Like a Game of Chess
A grand display the way she plays
the game of love to hearts’ dismay;
with shrewd foreplay she stalks her prey
expecting that she'll have her way.
Like game of chess with quick aggress
and strong pursuit she starts to press
with deep obsess and skilled finesse
to score the king, his crown possess.
With knights so grand held in her hand,
the pawns and rooks at her command;
she'll make her stand, her foe outmanned,
her strategy so deftly planned.
With game begun she starts her fun
and moves her pieces one by one
to make him run in hopes to stun
until her prey is overrun.
But not so fast my lovely lass
perhaps her house is made of glass,
and with his brass she's met her class,
and he will have his piece of her…
He’ll take her down and spin her round
and leave her pieces on the ground
so neatly wound and tightly bound;
he'll have his way...still she'll be crowned.
Despite their claims of skill and fame,
…who has really won this game?
She's not to blame, there is no shame,
‘cause deep within they're both the same.
February 18, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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