The Game

From the eyes of rulers, it is nothing but a mere game with assorted pieces

    The battle starts…

The clashing warriors take their places

With their opposing colors casting a scene upon one’s eyes

When one strikes, another falls

As forces retreat, the opponents advance to conquest…

 

In the board game of strategies…

Illusions and lies are ever present…

So none could easily predict the true outcome

For many were sacrificed for the survival of one

And many faced death for the victory of all

 

As the kings move, the remaining warriors defend and fight

One fell while another gained

As the final moments tick…

All feel the enclosing end.

With the target searching for escape only to be finally cornered

 

With a triumphant smirk

The victor makes the finishing move

Demolishing the last lines of defense

“Checkmate.” He said

And so the game of the kings ends.

Author's Note

Comments would really be nice... ^_^

Reviews

[Leigh]

Even Kings must die, you've made a great poem about Chess, Which I love and spent much of my childhood playing. Yes it is only a game to 'them'

[fiery-san]

Thank you. I'm glad you like it. ^_^

[ni ni]

This is really good! I like it! Good job! It kind of makes me want to know how to play chess now...but not really..(:

[fiery-san]

Thank you for the review... it was actually written when I was a bit interested in chess so yeah, this baby was born. I can play but I'm not that good either... ^_^