Chess…
I heard somewhere,
It's just like chess.
Begin.
He starts,
With all the little trinkets that mean nothing,
Nothing at all.
To him.
Clearly.
It's just like chess,
Just much more real…
These little trinkets are slowly disappearing.
They are becoming nothing
Nothing but corpses in the other mans army!
Just like chess!
But what? What is wrong?
With chess?
Coming on slowly?
Quickly defending?
The last move?
The final piece? Gone…?
Checkmate.
The pawns,
The rooks,
The bishops,
Even the queen!
Died!
Dead.
Protecting the king, rather than each other.
Chess,
Is it really just I win and you lose?
Chess.
It's just chess.
These trinkets,
They still mean nothing?
Yep.
Just trinkets.
Just chess.
