Little pieces black and white
Each key to success
Delicate selection
And the sacrificial prawn
Adds up to game over
Players gaze hard
At the chess board
As if it were their enemy
Not the player opposite
Predicting each move
Moving the piece to its death
Til all we see in the battle field
Is the king at rest
Admit the defeat
Concede and yield
The game is no more
All your pieces sacrificed
For the sake of the king
Who failed them
Had you avoided those traps
That blasted bishop
And the quick quiet queen
Who swallowed the knights
And left only their ashes
To burn the king's heart
And light it in frustration
Check was the first mistake
Checkmate the second
Now all that left is to sigh
Shake the winner's hand
And look down on the board
The king cornered
No where to run
His pawns dead
His knights beheaded
His bishops corpses
His castle destroyed
And his beloved queen
Gone
This little game of chess
Pity it ended so soon
Perhaps another?
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
