kattee

I don't sign treaties Unless you are in for a Sneak attack by dawn (isn't this game supposed to go on and on?)

I partake language. My palace of alphabets. I am queen, and you?

Poets don’t duel. Words Are sharper than swords. It ends war fists can’t attain.

Words come from my heart. And metaphors bow before My pawns; my haikus.

Battle axe can't write Nor can it bring the wealth you Desperately need. To buy yourselves a Paper I smudged with dung, I'll give you a penny.

Wrath could not suffice, I'll mercilessly wield pens To deathly haikus.

(I'm just going with the flow, oof--)

Honourable knight, I pity your loyalty And your loss of pride.

The Black Death beckons Its fourth cousin to follow. "COVID, you're revenge."

Just raise that white flag. I shall do you a favor, And loosen that grip

Faded into black Spiralled into Oblivion -- 'Tis here, Medieval!

Then who's to decide? Is it not our very wit? Or do you lack this?