The end of every game,
Signals the start of new play:
Once the parapets of the castle are breached-
Defeat is known to some in a strange land
And as the final call made at dawn reveals,
Every death leads to a new phase of life,
In memory or in pain, in defiance or in shame
Sombre in moods of realism and inspired at heart-
Grieving with madness through the art of hate,
Insidious energy seeping through to contaminate;
Learn to be well instead of a mighty foe or friend.
J. Bibi
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