A Game Of Chess Poem by Leslie Neiwert

“It was there upon the wall,
Not the ceiling but in the hall,
A creature of the darkest black
Who did kill things for a snack.
It had red eyes and sharp teeth
He reminded me of poor Uncle Keith,
But bless his heart and don’t come back
I swear this creature was so black.
Not like Africans and their dark skin
Oh my Goddess, where can I begin?
The thing was a demon of the sky
It had such wings so it could fly.
The talons on his hands were huge
With big lips so that it can smooch,
Not to mention about his head
Where a dozen eyes did bled.
I couldn’t be more scared in my life
Thank the Goddess that I had my knife,
When he leapt at me from the air
I must have stabbed him, this I swear,
I was a fighter once back then
Must have killed a dozen men.
And so this creature sure did fell
His soul was sent back down to Hell,
The blood of the beast melted my knife
And I swear I should’ve seen Grim and his scythe.
Too bad I couldn’t have kept the body
But you see my wife is a hottie,
The kind that don’t allow such a mess
So I cleaned up well enough to play this here chess.'