Each square is a divine nuance
As perplexing as the plots we weave.
He has already seen each move
And I am lost in the fanfare of royalty.
I would have us parlay
But something about his smile says he wishes to conquer me
And perhaps he already has.
If I stand firm near my castle, will I be safe?
The crumbling stone
has been wanting repair
And the stairs to the lookout are craggy and dangerous to walk on.
I am alone in the field.
These pieces have forsaken me.
Behind me is the edge of the board
And it would be so easy to walk off.
Let them fight for the queen.
She has spirit left.
But there, directly across,
Is the lord of the adjacent land.
He too has grown weary of battle
But he knows that his victory is at hand.
I nod to him
And
he nods back.
I grip my sword
And shout out my command.
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