Blackout

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.