The board is set, the pawns
The horses, all in place
How can you guess their moves
Predict things that might come
You have to think ahead the game
There is no easy, obvious way
You let them think it twice
Before deciding where to go.
To kill that pawn to get that officer
Or not? Is this a bait? who knows
Let them believe its overdue, the win
Is near, he sees the way. He moves...
The fool! the King just moved away
The game in front of his eyes changes
There's nothing left to do, the Queen
The towers are long gone. There's left a pawn
What can that do? Become a Queen or not
Why would it be allowed so? You know the truth
You are a lone King. There's nowhere left to go,
A king of none not king at all.
Checkmate! The game is lost.
original poem and artwork by me
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