Yesterday’s Beige King is today’s Bishop Comes Queen-hunting nevertheless The fat pawn goes shopping Leaving the Queen exposed. Attack he did. I’m here to pick up the pieces. Play again?
Existential crisis for the pawn. The Black King has a play all of his own. The Beige King goes Queen-hunting. She shrewdly keeps the pawn at her side. There is a White King onboard. Wrong Chessboard.
It's a place in the head that's no more.
To be filled in with something more sinister,
So says The pessimist,
Until you lose all that you cherish
And become a zombie
And look back, nod and move on
numb.