A queen left her home one day
To search for a kingdom far away
Her intentions were as black as her heart
But she knew how to play her part
The dark beauty left her aged king
For her whims wanted better things
She left to capture another man
Against all odds she would stand
The dark queen fought with all her might
For what she saw in her sight
Her brave army fighting another
Setting pawns against each other
Then she saw him, tall and pale
And his queen in dress and veil
Seeing her own love be threatened
The white queen drew her weapon
She took down knights and holy men
Cutting through pawns again and again
Castles fell on the battle field
Victims of fate being sealed
The black queen faced her adversary
Both were determined but also weary
Foot to foot they drew their swords
While the kings looked on, ignored
The aged black king had come to see
If his queen would take the victory
The white queen saw her foe
Towards the dark king she'd go
The pale king moved to aide
This disastrous failed raid
And when he moved to help fate
What do you know? Checkmate!
Even though you submitted it a few years ago, I just found it today.
You did an extraordinary job; the way you told this story in poetic rhyming fashion and made it flow so mellifluously. I've read it at least ten times now and each time I find some new little quirk to enjoy.
'She took down knights and holy men'
I love how you didn't say bishop, but instead stated it as 'holy men.' This poem actually reminds me of some of Walt Whitman's work.
From what I've read and written, some poem endings can be really awkward, but congratulations, the last stanza was one of my favorite parts.
Congratulations on writing such a masterpiece.
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