Scacchic

Scacchic

A Poem by Wraith.
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Chess.

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Silhouette gathering against the board
necrotic hands extend to march
forward the front-lining pawns
set this macabre dance in motion
pryers web no longer vacant, 
he who is not shrouded, bereft and forlorn
brougham harbinger is gaunt
he gallops cautiously ahead 
while clock hands edging further still
test one an-others flightly will
bishop sails leaves trails of red
out on the board a side has bled
castles withdrawn from position 
hesitant of their next transition
forced to act with most precision
for all is altered with one decision
The arbiter has ceased to sit 
the opposition feeling frit 
for there is no adjournment
In deathly games of chess. 

© 2014 Wraith.


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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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