Poems and Poems

Checkmate

Hovering hand over pieces
Shaking fingers grazing moves,
Heart racing with fear
Mind flooded with despair.

His sneer before us is of sickened joy,
Eyes blazing with anticipation
As we quivered in our seats.

He has us at checkmate
In this horrid game of chess.
But there is one move, one chance.
One thin line to life.

It's glowing, begging, for you to choose
it's path. To choose to live.
But it is up to us to make the move, to
Take the leap of faith.

Let us choose that piece, let us escape
the death that awaits us.
Let us bring a frown upon our
opponent's face, and bring a
great cry of victory to our God.
–E.R.