Chess

Just a pawn, in a corrupted game
Just looking for a faction, to which he could claim.
He'd been observing the throne, a piece of highest power.
He looked up to him, way up in his noble tower.
He came upon this piece, to which he knew was named the king.
After a while, this pawn was brought in to his ring.

it took a while, but the pawn learned the king's style.
And in the making, a reality that was quite vile.
The king was taking, fatalities with a smile.
Corpses of the innocent, began to pile
His code was breaking. Immorality, matched by guile.
This pawn, who was now a noble knight.
Knew this kind of venality wasn't right.

In the process, the Knight became a mirror,
of the king, just as he feared.
He was walking, talking and acting like the throne,
through many years of admiration it was prone to show.
There was many times he had stood for the king.
and since they had become good friends, this would sting.
But he wouldn't take this, he knew what he had to do.
To his morales, he needed to come through.
The king did not turn out true, to what he thought he knew.

The knight ran off to far away lands.
He would not take this kind of blood on his hands.
He stayed quiet, to what he thought was a lifetme later.
He knew that the king would take him as a traitor.
and he finally found someone he thought he loved.
but he was oblivious to what did await her.

The kings thugs, took his one and only dove.
The knight tried to save her.
But the king personally made her.
Existence a living hell.
With torture.

Until the knights dove did die.

The knight did not cry.
But became something, he could not fight.
Enraged to a point where he was calm and determined.
All the knight wanted to do was hurt him.
He trailed back to all those lands he once did flee.
With a single friend, a fellow knight, and armed with the talents he had resented.
These talents learned from the king, would torture him 'till he repented.
Just lilke he had done to his one and only dove.
His morales he shoved
to the side, he would no longer hide.
He would fight,
Until the knights name he did fright.

The knight finally made it to the kingdom, with his trusty companion
Chopping down many pawns, which had tried to halt them.
Crossing many canyons
Which did not stop them.

The knights companion was cornered at the gates of the tower.
By a skilled rook, it ended his life.
This only enraged the knight more.
Crashing down the tower doors
screaming the kings name at the top of his lungs.
This chest-game would now become a two man war.
The king could no longer run.

The ring this knight once fought for.
Would now become the ring where this king hits the floor.
Lieing on the ground bloody, fearful, looking up at the great.
Kharma had crafted his fate.
With the kings neck at the tip of his blade, and at the mercy of knights hate.
The knight holstered his blade,
and whispered...

"Checkmate".

- Joshua Hembruff-Pronk