Angle of the Bishop

Assaulted the human condition,
I started years ago.
My wounds of imposition,
Created days of woe!

Pain now always with me!
My shadow and my test.
It penetrates my solitude,
And never gives me rest!

It dances in my nightmares!
And wakes me in the morn.
It grows with every footstep,
No blossoms, just a thorn.

I emulate my Lord,
Atop the castle keep.
Able to parry the sword,
But the arrow sunk in deep!

The angle of the bishop,
The knight alternative.
A simple pawn give up,
Or castle king to live!