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Bloody and Pretentious Chess Poem


An unusual chess position

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The Blue King eyes the enemy
The Red Queen he will now melee
Go blue peasant! Meek pawn to centre!
Boldness makes for great adventure

Its red twin advances and faces off
A knight leaps in to glower and scoff
The Blue King commands his fervent army
The Red Queen marshals her own strategy

The Blue King smiles and fiancettos his bishop
The Red Queen frowns and a knight does develop
Her forces are strong but the King has threats
And designs on her turf and designs on her chest

Of silver and gold and jewels beyond counting
To match his own, of His Highness The King
He frowns and surveys the grim battleground
That explodes in the midst of almighty sound

Of thundering knights and riled rooks raging
Of bishops chanting at screaming pawns shaking
The angry King orders a cavalry charge
The knights gallop madly with scant regard

For their own fate, they draw their bright swords
The enemy shudders at their onslaught
Cold Blades steal life and warriors fall
Hot Blood sprays and splashes and stains the board

The knights are slain in bold sacrifice
For they were outnumbered and paid the price
But they wrought hell, the Red Queen is hurt
The blood of her dead sinks into the dirt

The Blue King commits and throws in his all
The dead pile up the action is cruel
Masterful thoughts transcend cold logic
And tactics are killed by witchcraft and magic

The Queen's hot feelings usurp calculation
The King is ruthless and fights with elation
But passions are blinding the King in his strife
Overreaches his talent and loses his might

The Queen moves swiftly into his view
And he knows not what to say or do
And with a cool majestic thrill
She marches in to claim her kill

To seal his fate
With final mate
She crosses the moat
Puts her sword to his throat

But it is too late
To reverse her mistake
For she came too close
In her keenness to gloat

Tears polish her eyes
She prepares to die
The axe for her neck
The sad King does check

And now she is owned
By his sceptre and throne
United in war
In arms of awe

They no longer duel
But fondly rule
With glorious art
Each other's glad heart


For Melissa



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