When the Girls Play

Caissa poses brazen firm watching bishops spread and burn and in her awe demands a game for galaxies unnumbered fame, mesmerized by milky falls across the fortress Nebula. Through cosmic peppered crystal stars, she perpetrates her grasping pawns forcing out the king’s last play a queen, the moon, usurps his rays. But Nebula bemuses chance of sweaty earth and circumstance, her systems sprout from treasured strife and knights patrolling massive life, nine new rooks of regal birth proving powers bursting forth. She names the goddess little pearl ‘I’m waiting for you, fleshy girl, to challenge complex moves of mine, our last exchange, until next time.'