Born of a union

Between two bitter souls

Eager to scream “Checkmate!”

Why? Who knows.

The fight for possession 

Grew bitter and colder

But olddly got boring

As you got older

The player who cheated

Found another game to play

The defacto loser

Wandered away.

So you grew older and dusty

An inconvenient play

A hard reminder of combat

So passionate in the day.

So you cry yourself to sleep

And no one heeds

Not believing the chess piece

Is wounded and bleeds.

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