Magpie

If all were like; nigh black and white,
Lone to thine eye; such a vile sight,
Look alive for change in the tide,
Learned so not to swallow lies,

Fate's in flight but I choose to fight,
This chapter's mine alone to write,
Though my familiar you may seem,
I need you not for augury,

Childhood's gone, I but dream of grey,
Sorrow needs not help to be made,
Once crippling, now gagged refrain,
With purpose failings are forced tame,

A rifle needn't end your call,
Take care to note as I ignore,
Spiting lore that had you named lord,
With rook and queen I'll take the board.