![]() The Mighty Game of ChessA Poem by LadyCardiacHere's a novel Idea For a novelty begining. Before i feel trapped between A good bishop and a bad bishop Give me room mr el desperado. My fortress is feeling cramped And before i blunder what could be so wonderful I think i'll close my mouth.
In this game of wits I'll save myself From Boden's Mate Moving quickly As bullet chess Your words They are a bullet To my caissa. No luck or reason for trying. All love is fleeting All hope is dying. And your just one more move from a coffee house brawl. JUST STOP TALKING!!! It's my turn. What yoru doing is considered an illegal move. No one saaid youc can go any where. ANd yet, you keep on moving....
© 2011 LadyCardiacAuthor's Note
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