I have come into being, placed by the hand above into the great unknown;
separated from my collective, from the basket of true like-minded stone.
Seeing my new surroundings, a thick wooden board with a celestial grid;
it does not bode well, I am unable to breathe with the congestion it bids.
A sacrificial piece then, an example to others not to follow alone;
my new fate I cannot control, beyond which lies my enemy's captive home.
more of my allies are placed nearby, they are to live, for nowhere else to try.
Sleep soon fills and consumes me, because my position has become unsettled,
yet it is not all for not; my master has won and he bids me home again.

author's note: each line is 19 syllables long. the poem also has 19 pauses (comma, period, semicolon).

Very good!

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