The Gods' Chessboard (Ithania)
The Chessboard "Fight to the death!" Shouted commands from the lords. Soldiers rushing into battle, Onto a giant chessboard. Then the Black and the White, Both their angers ready to burst. One side took the initiative; The White had started first. Then chaos ruled the battlefield, Circlians, Pentadrians; One and all. Under the noses of the deceitful gods, The whole of Ithania started to fall. Cackling evilly, they watched and played, Their enormous game of chess. People fighting everywhere, The board was an utter mess. Then stepped forward the strangest group The world had ever seen. A woman, two twins, a boy, a bird, And another who could weave through dreams. The oh-so-mighty gods who were once omnipotent, Were then trapped by the mighty Hexagon. One up, one down, four at the sides, They stunned the Pentadrians. And Circlians were furious for they believed That the immortals, so wise and old, Had trapped in a void their greatest need, Their one and only hope. Then the truth simply came pouring out Like a story from a book. Puzzlement, confusion, shock, and despair; The phenomenon drew many looks. An abrupt movement by one of the gods, Chaia, once so brave, Sent all the rest tumbling down nothingness, Deep into mystery's caves. It was too late, the moment had come, The phase they all had feared; The power in both the Black and the White Had vanished, disappeared. No war was fought, no lives were lost And now there was eternal peace. Prosperity then flowed over the lands, And the immortals went off in threes. Never was the incident forgotten, Witnesses could hear, feel, and see. But the words of Chaia, ever so silent; They were :Don't forget me.
The Chessboard "Fight to the death!" Shouted commands from the lords. Soldiers rushing into battle, Onto a giant chessboard. Then the Black and the White, Both their angers ready to burst. One side took the initiative; The White had started first. Then chaos ruled the battlefield, Circlians, Pentadrians; One and all. Under the noses of the deceitful gods, The whole of Ithania started to fall. Cackling evilly, they watched and played, Their enormous game of chess. People fighting everywhere, The board was an utter mess. Then stepped forward the strangest group The world had ever seen. A woman, two twins, a boy, a bird, And another who could weave through dreams. The oh-so-mighty gods who were once omnipotent, Were then trapped by the mighty Hexagon. One up, one down, four at the sides, They stunned the Pentadrians. And Circlians were furious for they believed That the immortals, so wise and old, Had trapped in a void their greatest need, Their one and only hope. Then the truth simply came pouring out Like a story from a book. Puzzlement, confusion, shock, and despair; The phenomenon drew many looks. An abrupt movement by one of the gods, Chaia, once so brave, Sent all the rest tumbling down nothingness, Deep into mystery's caves. It was too late, the moment had come, The phase they all had feared; The power in both the Black and the White Had vanished, disappeared. No war was fought, no lives were lost And now there was eternal peace. Prosperity then flowed over the lands, And the immortals went off in threes. Never was the incident forgotten, Witnesses could hear, feel, and see. But the words of Chaia, ever so silent; They were :Don't forget me.