The Stalemate
Across the board are my bishops and pawns opening a battling door!
And my castles corner your kings well-planned out bonjour.
Holding sturdy ground, my queen gets caught in between your most brilliant liaisons.
Strategically bound expected as unexpected shifts balance bronze colored hoards
Consuming thoughts accumulate energized by an extreme only a knight can mount.
Barred minds challenge abilities to defeat the power of a true paramount.
Mastery holds persuasion circulating well-maneuvered precision simply for an encore.
Occasionally leaving open spaces for expendable pieces.
Peons are prepared for cased medals of bronze for when their objective ceases.
Previous controls of unprepared decisions of how chess should play.
The queen reigns glory protecting her well stuck king when he just can’t get away.
It’s a sacrifice all the same.
Fortunately, it’s just simply a mind game.
Objectives egotistical to psychological grandstands powerful in a private domain,
Gleam struck lights flash off my bishop, across the board is a knight’s deadly sting.
The gullibility of pawns and limits of one simple solemn king,
Martyred in the scheme of a flexible pro-talented almighty queen, she is his brain.
Objectives are subjected to the conditions of a king being castled into a new domain.
The adjustments prepare you ultimately for the stalemate.
Cornered capstones abroad reveal the brilliance of not being too late.
Through parallels of testing kings and queens of their most honorable fate!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
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