Complacent knight
Waiting for checkmate
His black marble gleams
As he contemplates the queen
Her position fixed
Yet transitory
Depending on his next move
Her king impotently near
Head bowed in defeat
She sparkles in white
Like on her wedding day
And every day in-between
So tired of the games
But no one hears
And nobody guesses
Her inner turmoil
As she waits for her knight
Who wears the wrong color
To take her in his arms
And make it end.
Sam
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