A poem about Chess that i did a while back

It’s a mate

The king has been captured

Now you ascend to the throne of your enemy

Dominating his very spirit

How awful is that?

With a few checks

The eternal struggle of the opposites is set

Heavens peace is at last upset

The titans stir out of their slumber

Awakening to face each other in a final war

Kingdoms advance their troops

The black armies line the horizons stretch

Castles on fire crumble to the ground

With arrows knights fall before the archers

Kings are captured

Queens and bishops are slayed

The valleys stream red with blood

Crows gorge out the eyes of the dead

What’s left is eerie abandoned towns with

survivors

Who walk aimlessly 

Lost in their minds as they stare beyond

(sanny san)

Wow! I'm impressed.