It was fleeting Like the golden glow of summer Before the autumn's chill It was fleeting That Mona Lisa smile you tossed at me Though I can feel it still.
Both of small standing, Minuscule stature; Both so tiny Yet horridly vital By simple sacrifice Or mere diversion; Glaring head to head Of opposite standing On wheel and board, Meaning and depth. Only way to move Only way to win. Checkmate.
It was fleeting
ReplyDeleteLike the golden glow of summer
Before the autumn's chill
It was fleeting
That Mona Lisa smile you tossed at me
Though I can feel it still.
Both of small standing,
ReplyDeleteMinuscule stature;
Both so tiny
Yet horridly vital
By simple sacrifice
Or mere diversion;
Glaring head to head
Of opposite standing
On wheel and board,
Meaning and depth.
Only way to move
Only way to win.
Checkmate.