Chess

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Thirty third degree move in chess.
Has come callous from the left to caress.
Land oppression to go against the grain.
Did formation the land impending fame.
Before venice perfection book of fate.
To use the media with a special trait.
As great decorations struggles in vain.
Horrors martyrdom to rule from domain.
To hear from the grapevine a litttle bird.
Of accomplishments that might of occured.
A pinnacle of wealth that might of spurred.
Of illness and sorrow great beast have heard.
And to callobarte siberia warm blood an choose.
Against all of that wealth to purchase an lose.
Who should reign thirty three moves in chess.
End over end stockpiles defence to surpress.
A balance of power thus never must it end.
Peace and tranquility for innocence to blend.
Apocalyptic dream that must made void.
Something sigmund freud must have enjoyed