Pawn For A King | Orubor Ecstasy Gerrard

Two Kings of plentiful
The loyalties commanded spreads all Earth,
Too small
A crusade springs with a move, C3.

Wind of war fled to black king
His infantryman came holding the center
Ruthless zing
White lady's cousin charges the counter.

Days passed by, no epistle from him
Emissary riding on horse went forth
But, back with her cousin's limb
War! Overwhelmed drums of war march north.

White's archers ignites and ready to convey
Rook turn fort
And in proud array
Siege were laid for enemies thwart.

War!!! White advances battle line
Enemy's archers turns prey
The Golgotha between had lots of wine
As many men died that day.

Moral!!! Black whore couldn't cling to her man
Promiscuous, she ran naked towards White's castle
Broke it's gate, threatening to cut his span
Too soil, knight butchered her soul.

Vengeance!!! White lady race up hills
Black king ran like testicle in the scrotum
She bruises his Achilles heels
His reign limps without totem.

Poet's note: The poem is themed on the game of chess, a game I find so interesting; mentally and for the fun. I pictured within this poem the attributes of the medieval warfare as well as that of the present day military. This poem was written someday in April 2020 and the feelings within is the of beauty of the game while portraying a protagonist and an antagonist.