DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

POEM 3 ON THE CHESS-INSPIRED POEMS SERIES

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Rivalry reigned as Black and White faced each other,

Each with a rather devilish glint in their eyes.

Black stood confident, calm and poised,

While White whimpered, still not recovered from prior defeats.

Even the Queen of White

Had lost her old might.

Each jewel on her crown felt heavier than before,

Yet she rallied, determined to try once more.

Knights leaped, strong and all powerful,

Rooks swooped, handsome and tall.

The Dark queen was savage, striking without mercy,

While the pale one burnt with unquenched rage.

It was a most aggravating battle,

Both sides abhorring the other,

More bitter than even medieval kings at war,

Pieces clashed in silent fury across the black and white floor.

The game ended in a weary draw,

For both were tired and wanted to thaw.

Black drooped low, exhausted and drained,

White seethed in outrage, her fire unrestrained.

Both yearned for the coveted crown,

But both knelt down on the chequered ground.