The Game

Apr 2 22:46 UTC 2003

A sicilian, 
four knights, 
A king, a queen 
and many a pawn 
board tethered. 

Arranged at dusk 
in clouds of musk, 
checked between, 
waiting for dawn 
huddled together. 

Rank and file 
They're in denial 
Pieces scattered 
Hearts shattered 
and severed. 

Its a challenging game 
with pins and forks 
to render lame. 
Provoking thoughts 
too clever 

to comprehend 
when first I defend 
the main man's neck, 
that I castled to protect. 
At least I endeavo(u)r. 

Now moving with fluidity, 
He sees an oppurtunity; 
a position ready to take. 
Yet these pieces do not wake. 
Ever.