Author's note: I was inspired to make this poem after listening to EpicLloyd's "PAWN" when I was doing my English homework. Everything in my poem is original, and the inspiration of this short poem is credited to EpicLloyd(Lloyd Ahlquist). (He's a pretty cool guy, go check him out! *flashy grin*)
Chess
The sound of battles broke the sound of the night,
with the checkered board as the battlefield for the war of black and white.
The stables burned and the buildings razed,
but the army was nothing but grazed.
The Rook clenched his fist,
sword gripped ,neck twist,
to see's who coming next.
But there's nothing left,
all round him was nothing but death.
Save for a king lost and facing his fate,
And the Rook whispered "Checkmate."
Chess
The sound of battles broke the sound of the night,
with the checkered board as the battlefield for the war of black and white.
The stables burned and the buildings razed,
but the army was nothing but grazed.
The Rook clenched his fist,
sword gripped ,neck twist,
to see's who coming next.
But there's nothing left,
all round him was nothing but death.
Save for a king lost and facing his fate,
And the Rook whispered "Checkmate."
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