Koryu meets Chess

Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.

Author: Kurama

WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET ABDUCTED

‘Orcs’ torture the land. ‘Orcs’ torture, but he’s back to. ‘Orcs’ torture the land.     In the southern city. Of Melitopol. Mayor was abducted. From a city crisis centre.   By ‘orcs’ troops. Earlier this month. Discussing his detention. With local media.   He alleged that other detainees. At the holding centre. He was […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET ACCUSING

‘Orcs’ capture the land. ‘Orcs’ capture, but he’ll be back to. ‘Orcs’ capture the land.     A journalist in. The occupied city. Of Melitopol. Accused ‘orcs’ forces.   Of taking her. 75-year old father. Hostage as punishment. For her refusal.   To co-operate with. The new administration. She, the director of. Local news agency. […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS OF WITCHES

It’s when dark falls. Over Bucha that. The witches come out. The witches come out.   Because it’s when dark falls. Over Bucha that. The ‘orcs’ attack drones. Start swarming.     The Witches of Bucha. As they call themselves are. A volunteer air defence unit. Made up almost entirely of women.   Now helping […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET TAKEN

“So what happened? With her in prison? Why didn’t she? Come home?”     Her friends and colleagues. Say they won’t rest. Until they’ve investigated. What happened.   “Her life was her work.” A former editor says. “It’s a rare type of people. Who are so determined.”   “I’m pretty sure the way. She would […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET AT DAWN

At dawn one morning. You drive towards. The battlefield outside. The city of Pokrovsk.   Fields of dried sunflowers. Line the sides of the roads. There is barely any cover. And so you drive.   At breakneck speed. In order to protect. Yourselves against. ‘Orcs’ drone attacks.   You hear loud explosions. As you near […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS WORKING

There are those who. Are not yet leaving town. Close to Pokrovsk. Among them are locals.   Working to repair. War-damaged infrastructure. “I live on one of the streets. Closest to the front line.”   “Everything is burnt out. Around my house. My neighbours died. After their home was shelled.”   He says. As he […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET FROM A MATTRESS

“Why does ‘the One’? Want more land? Doesn’t he have enough? He has killed so many people.”     From a mattress. On the floor of. An evacuation van. A 80-year-old has no sympathy.   For the advancing. ‘Orcs’ forces. “Damn this war! I’m going to die,” she wails.     “Why does ‘the One’? […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS VOICING

“So many of our boys. Are dying. So many are wounded. They’re sacrificing their lives.”   “And this is going on. And on,” she says. “And this is going on. And on,” she says.     Most of Pokrovsk. Is now without. Power and water. At a school.   There is a queue of people. […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

A POET SURPRISED

The drones are. Also a threat. To the remaining citizens. Of Pokrovsk.   “We constantly hear. Them buzzing. – they stop and look. Inside the windows.”     Says a woman, 50. One of the remaining. War-weary residents. But even she has now agreed.   To be evacuated. From her home. On the particularly dangerous. […]
WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

POETS CRAMPED

In the treatment room. Of a cramped makeshift field unit. – the first point of treatment. For injured soldiers.     “This is the most dangerous. Of all front lines.” Says the head of a medical unit for. The ‘elves’ army’s 25th Brigade.   “The ‘orcs’ Federation. Is pushing very hard. We have not been […]