You sit in the dark
With a board on your lap.
Fate and Destiny circle around,
Watching your move like crows on a carcass.
Your last Knight glows and moves,
Pulsating a bright blue in the shadows.
Out of the inky black,
A pair of royal purple eyes narrow into slits.
The Knight falters;
A sword glints in the dark...
And a pile of ash lies on the floor;
Checkmate.
Life stares deep down into your eyes,
A cruel smile curling on his pallid lips.
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