Checkmate
Its a work in progress. You should see what it looked like when I first wrote it. It was a mess, not even recognizable as poetry.
With clarity you play your game
And send your pawns to war.
Watching from your tower, a cold black queen guarded by a blacker rook.
Your affection is a bitter breeze,
Like autumn chilling frothy seas.
I poisoned myself, unsatisfied, concealing a sacrificial king.
Bow your head. Bend your knee.
The white king wears a ghostly shroud.
He guards an empty throne.
I let your enemy slip inside to steal away your crown.
I beg my Queen, surrender now
Before he claims your head.
But you twist from your traitors grasp and stumble back aghast.
Bow your head. Bend your knee.
A white king’s crown on a black rook’s head.
Surrender yourself to me.
