Once before a chessboard
I was told to listen
the deep haggard breaths of an exhausted pawn
having fulfilled his use.
I was told to feel
the ground shaking under the hoofbeats of a knight
as he guided his ardent companion to the slaughter
I was told to smell
the incense wafting out of the bishop’s cathedral
as he drove innocents to violence in the name of his god
I was told to see
the grand fortifications, the walls of a rook
ready to indiscriminately lay low all who approach
I was told to taste
the unparalleled power the queen offered
provided her bloodlust was sated
I was asked a question
was i satisfied?
achieving victory at the cost of many lives
a question that left me with two options
peace or perfection
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