Checkmate

Checkmate It was a game of checkmate for those whom could not see the end before it was too late. It was a shame when they heard their name. Death became their last breath. Honor knew not one tortured soul. Their horrific graves took control. Their destinies they stole. Favored a forbidden role. It was a game of checkmate for those whom could not wait. It was their home. They knew no longer any other way of life. Only anger, hate, and strife. No longer a husband; never a wife. No sisters or brothers. Never again fathers and mothers. There was no escape. Just the terror of murder and rape. They could see it coming for miles at Hell's Gate. This was not their game to win. No way out, no other way in. Just pawns in their very own game of checkmate. Last days. Last words. Merely seconds left to pray. Dying to be heard. What were possessions now? They either died or chose to bow. Binding their hearts with an eternal vow. Playing a game they wish they had never started. Their places were unequally imparted. The very last of them were the bravest of their brave men and women. No children left to speak. To see. To witness or believe. Not one belonged to another. They were gone with the wind. Desperation from the souls that sinned. Never time to care about one single word that left them with nothing to spare. Hoping to awaken at Heaven's Gate. Waiting for their turn to win Checkmate.