Let The War Begin Poem by Sirpheno The Knight

As the early morning fog
Lifts over the field.
Two armies are poised
To strike as they will

Prayers were prayed
Into the night
Spy’s have returned
Plans were made right

Artillery at the ready
With troops on the line
Captains and Generals
Say they will do fine.

The field is so quiet
Even the wind is still
As they face each other
Each ready to kill.

Many will die
On the field this day
For that is the nature
Of the game they play

With the smallest of moves
An attack has been made
There will be only one winner
By the end of this day

They all fight so bravely
Their life’s blood they do spill
The battle continues
Till they have all paid their bill

As the smoke lifts gently
And rolls quickly away
They can see the damage
That the other has made

CHECKMATE! ! ! !

As the winner smiles
In the soft evening sun
The chess game is over
The wiser king won