Checkmate

Another day carries another failure,
Beacon of hope turns more fainter.

Like a pawn, I have come too far to turn back,
Standing in front of bigger pieces waiting to be sacrificed.

Knight marched ahead backed by Rook & Bishop,
Only to find the Queen waiting for her turn to take revenge.

The board was heated as the battle turned fierce,
Leaving a mark in blood & bruises on flesh with every tear.

A sudden hole is found and the flood breaks loose,
All the pawns were slaughtered, causing our Queen a bruise.

The King was watching his army get slaughtered,
Standing in his chariot he was weeping in pain.

Knight's had fallen & Bishop's were dead,
Queen took on the mighty with a thunderous flair.

To guard the honor she painted them blood red,
Broken and overwhelmed when her death knell conveyed.

Ahead in No Man's land I watched this in despair,
Started my run to save the King while the Queen embraced a warrior's death.

Kingdom was falling as enemies were now at the gate,
And without noting my presence, they called it CheckMate.



-SR.