Betrayal leaves at the concept, only to be nourished by a healthy fugue.
Sudden disarray casts its shadow and subtle shine, as two winds blow cowardly in opposite directions. Only to reach a stalemate.
One composed, and the other shatters. Destruction amongst strength, at every even sight of defeat.
At least, they take turns.
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(Requires, Minor Introduction)
“Formidable foe, if I were you,
I’d give up the game, now.
Not very soon, now.
Let us create our own.
That way, we’re both entertained.
Equal chances of winning.
Defeat, inadmissible
yet, Fair.”
“I’ll think about it.”
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