Strategy

I promise you, you are a monster of monarchy,
Your crown sprays poison, and the board reeks of fog,
I raise them against you, pawns unaware of the rules of war,
In the castles we built, we let the bishops pray,
For survival into the knight,
Pieces that run back and forth,
As we trade loyalties over and over,
Gliding as queens without trace of mercy,
In the end, we both spill our kings —
Never realizing that checkmate meant game over.