We who play the great game <br />instinctively know our enemies <br />as our enemies instinctively <br /> <br />know us and so it has always been <br />across centuries thousands of <br />years as we each serve our masters. <br /> <br />Life and Death is the shadow game we play <br />those of us who play hard prepare to die <br />to live or die always ultimately for what we <br /> <br />believe in this never ending game power <br />struggles in quests to be free to enslave <br />we choose our sides thus we live or die. <br /> <br />We all play the game at various skill levels <br />some hide some observe act some risk all <br />some serve Mammon some serve Heaven <br /> <br />and when all the battle dust finally settles <br />what will be our waiting final resting place? <br />What rewards await those who served wrong master? <br /> <br />When people are prepared to fight for power <br />people die people are killed in such struggles <br />it is not called a power struggle for nothing. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-great-game-3/
