The King's Mate
Arlan seriously declared, and the huge hourglass they had brought was flipping to its other side – which meant the one-hour first round had already started.
Tamara focused all her attention on reading the poetry written on the huge chart in front of them.
~ The last slice of an apple she had, ~
~ Falls to the depth of the final three drops of cold water. ~
~ For the warm knitted entity – the first one detached, the two that follow permitted; ~
~ Were only almost halfway to the word she wanted to convey. ~
~ For once again, she wanted a tea – that was pronounced with clarity; ~
~ Well-made with warmth and earnestly. ~