Sacrifice

• Timothy Johnston, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

The pawn moves further on the board,
advancing towards the enemy hoard.
A mighty cry it does sing,
in it's attempt to save the King.
Never does it retreat or halt,
but presses on with it's assault.
Caring naught for fears of death,
wanting naught but the King to have breath.
At the end, when it's struck down,
it doesn't cry nor does it frown.
The reason for it's beaming face,
is that it believes its King is safe.