Chess
I lost my queen,
And I just started.
My will to proceed,
Has departed!
I grab my hair,
And look at my knights...
I fear my defence will soon fall,
As my opponents bishops bring fright!
Perhaps some trickery,
And I will survive;
'En Passant!"
My pawn does drive!
Then there was a dance,
Between their king and their rook!
And a vocalized dart, 'checkmate!'...
Where sixty-four squares violently shook!!
3-September-2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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