A game of chess


Checkmate

He is cowled,

He chooses black, well he would,

that is his way

I make the first move,the game is long and hard.

His head is bowed,

eye to eye is not allowed,

it gives the game away.

 

I surrender my Queen.

 

It works

CHECKMATE...

We will play again I know.





Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2012-05-07 at 10:11

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Rob Graber
Against that adversary, we can only win battles, not the war.
2012-05-15


Rob Graber
A queen sacrifice leading to mate! Quel triomphe!
2012-05-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good to have you back, Blilith.
2012-05-08


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2012-05-07


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A close call! Watch out next time.
2012-05-07