The Pawn Poem by Elle Lazarus

I can see the chess board
All of us are on the monochrome
The Kings and Pawns facing forward.
Time to see through beyond things shown.

The First Move begins and the Pawn attacks.
Red spills across the white and black tiles.
One is victorious while the other sees black.
The other pieces lust for blood and go wild.

The board becomes a slaughter between sides
Great minds do not think alike; they anticipate
and anticipate White did; and turned the tides
Black watches as their chess pieces dissipate

It is my turn to go into battle as the Pawn of Black
Many pieces are dead as I walk across the panels
With a swing of my obsidian sword I hear a crack
I observe to see a piece that died by my steel handle.

The King flees into its castle, behind the Rook
We charge forth, storming the fortress.
A scream of agony, another life I took
and I take away the head of his mistress.

The White King's time has come at Dawn
His own future is looking very bleak
Because I am the Strong
And thy are the Weak.