The Chess Match.A Poem by KyleAll the pieces on the board are half gone. You are the king and the last to stand. The last to stand on the bloodshed... all of your people, all of your kingdom, all of your life. It's all drenched in red.
A sickening red.
A fowl red.
As you move your black knight into play, he makes his way across the board, protecting you, making sure you are safe. He's your last chance to victory. So, you let him accomplish the goal.
Defeating the pure white king.
You stand there As he bows to you. You look down, standing in the blood of the other king.
You notice that what you asked has now been completed. The goal you wanted was for him to be at defeat. Your knight knows you wouldn't admit it. But even you too, saw the end of your life. You stand high on the other side of the board. On the other side of the courtyard. On the other side of another kingdom.
You sit down, on the bloody throne. And you watch this blankness fill inside you. A darkness lifts your soul, and you fall apart.
And disappear,
in the dark. © 2015 KyleAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2010Last Updated on June 12, 2015 AuthorKyleDenver, COAbout「Kyle/Neki • 20 • Male」 Artist • Cosplayer • Coffee Addict • Literature and Sweater Enthusiast 「✨☕️🐺」 CO, USA more..Writing
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