Thursday, April 16, 2015

Occasional Poetry Blog

They line up,
A duel to the death,
One will die, one will gain victory.
It happened all to often.
It will mean their lives if they lose,
Fame, glory, and wealth if they win.

A pair of kids on the playground,
Two people in a Starbucks,
Two grandmasters in a tournament.
The minds have come to play strategy.
A jumble of black and white squares,
Sixteen pieces on each side.

The knights grab the reigns,
The townsfolk their weapons,
The royalty their crowns.
They watch their friends captured and killed,
They look for an opportunity to survive.

The contest rages,
Sacrifices are made,
Moves and countermoves.
There is just logic.
One will have victory,
The other, a checkmate.

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