Endgame Poem by Stan Petrovich

So I walked instead of driving
To the harrowing beach;
The seagulls were thriving
But I avoided each.

Now came the hard part:
I waded into the sand at high tide,
The winds were high and rain began to start;
Being lonely made me miles apart;

One black knight spotted me
And charged;
He was easy to see
Since it was not very dark.

A bone in the throat
Like swimming a moat
He splashed into the water green
It was the most frightful thing I had ever seen.

To dodge him I went for a duck
Practically drowning myself
In the watery muck;
I stayed on a rocky shelf.

Oh I have seen things before
That would make your hair stand up;
It was the legend of Lenore;
But I am not that tough.

Now a great wave amassed
And threw me off the sheltering shelf;
The black knight was now here
With no intention to pass.

My whole life turned as if on a plate:
The secrets, the lies, the triumphs,
The enjoyment, the betrayals, the mishaps:
He had me now:
Checkmate.