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.'