The Battle

"It was a game, a simple game."

The jest, as he dances, yells in the streets

He has gone mad you see

From a great battle he witnessed ages ago

Where roques marked castle sides

And nights guarded the front with great chivalry

The king and queen sitting high in thrones

Like Gods watching mere mortals play

I imagined myself still as a knight in battle

Awaiting the horseman to approach me with stealth

And as I stare death in the face I would not weep

Not a sound would escape me for I would be strong

The idea of a heroic battle is all in my greed

I can taste the blood on my lips but the man

The man he is ahead of me and before I can strike I am dead

And my kingdom is destroyed

The chess piece falls from the table and his final words for me

"Check mate."