Nov 06

My Monster

An army of ivory stands at attention before me 
An ebony army before it.
A pawn.
A pawn breaks the silence
Cold against my fingers.
A pawn just as I was to it's wills.
It's forces prepare themselves.
It's eyes
Icy cold seem to predict my every move.
My queen.
Just like the hope it stole.
I take his knight.
My rook.
His pawn.
My bishop.
His queen.
It's body gushes confidence.
As if the game is already won.
But not yet.
I take a knight.
His chilly demeanor falters.
He hastily moves his room to rid himself of my pawn.
I pounce.
Pounce as it did all those years.
A rook later,
I relive it of it's queen.
Leading him right into my trap.
I walk out the door,
my long brown braids swinging.
I can't help smiling.
I just beat my monster.

About the Author: LadyMidnight
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