you escort me to your high court
black and white tiles fill the floor
i look around and see people i've never met before
they are your knights
they are your players
you whisper gently in my ear you want to make me your Queen
and you'll be my King
it sounded like a dream come true
on after thought i never knew how much i would lose
every step i took was carefully planned out and out of my control
every advance you made was for your victory over me
the wild look in your eyes took me by suprise until i realized
you are clothed in black, my King
and i am clothed in white
you stand so far away on the other side
the game being played is not fair
i've fallen victim to your cold, hard stare
your heart has been reduced to an empty shell
i'm destined to lose
this isn't the life i wanted to choose
and i'm forced to bid thee farewell
now you've trapped me in a corner
and i've you pressed to the side
no where else for us to both move
and instead of working it out together
i watch the words "stalemate" fall from your mouth
every ounce of energy left in me has been tried
and i collapse and die.
What did you think
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Born of pain, but quite good. I liked the chess metaphor thing you had going on. You should enter it in a contest sometime

