Checkmate
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Checkmate
The smooth wooden shapes
as they lie on the ground.
People gathered, crying,
Prayers without a sound.
Wait for next move.
When will it come?
Pawn moves forward,
Blinded by the sun.
King is now afraid
As the Queen moves back.
With the heavy box,
Dressed in suits of black.
The king tries to hide,
Bishops conceal the crown.
They have reached us now,
The box is lowered down.
King will fall,
White will win.
Slowly descending,
The box my Grandad's in.
Checkmate.
-Gone but not forgotten.
as they lie on the ground.
People gathered, crying,
Prayers without a sound.
Wait for next move.
When will it come?
Pawn moves forward,
Blinded by the sun.
King is now afraid
As the Queen moves back.
With the heavy box,
Dressed in suits of black.
The king tries to hide,
Bishops conceal the crown.
They have reached us now,
The box is lowered down.
King will fall,
White will win.
Slowly descending,
The box my Grandad's in.
Checkmate.
-Gone but not forgotten.
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