Black marbles neatly lined on a pristine white slab of marble
Blue force scatters midnight orbs as they hit the ground
Some shatter, others chip
Some dust the table, ground to a fine powder
As if it never mattered.
Pawns, Rooks, Knights, Kings and Queens take power
Strategically set in place
A cold mist blows across the playing field
White dominants, claiming all territory
Picking off all resistance.
Black bows out, there’s no line for them to cross,
No land to lay their head
In this game everyone bets on white
and they get it right
every. single. time.