Don't be my child, don't step on broken glasses

Don't be fooled by all of those sweet promises

I've been through a lot of regrets

Memories that I love to bury and simply forget

Treasure my child, my words of wisdom

I have a lot of stories to tell when I enter the king's kingdom

Wounded by those pitiless pawns, knights, and bishops

Terrorized by rooks and the queen killed all of my hopes

Listen well, don't act so stupid my innocent child

The world is full of jungle and really so wild

I was bitten by spiders, lions, and snakes

To recall what I've been through still makes my body shakes

My child, look at all my deep scars

Think thrice always, don't fully rush to reach the stars

Or else you'll wish upon it to bring you back to where you start

Coz you lead your life in a mess by welcoming the sightless dark

My dear sage, all your words are of true wisdom

But let me take my own course of freedom

I may feel the deepest sorrow like hell

But at the end like you, I will have a great story to tell

10/8/2014 @ 10:45 pm

Slightly Edited

Mysterious Aries