The light in the boy’s room turned off with a click And for the rest of that night, it would cease to exist. With a long stride the King moved from e8, His fists clenched, with incredible hate. He made his way across the checkered floor A motion he had done many times before,
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The light in the boy’s room turned off with a click And for the rest of that night, it would cease to exist. With a long stride the King moved from e8, His fists clenched, with incredible hate. He made his way across the checkered floor A motion he had done many times before,