The adrenalin is surging
You know not what to do
A crimson bolt of lighting
Streaks the dark.
The midnight sky is illuminated with the cry of the battle.
A living room.
The battle ground.
The line, is fine between them.
The teams of plastic minions
Charge in on circles of green velvet
One black, as coal.
One white as crystal
The horse man moves into attack but still to far to do so
But next he strikes the pawns plastic flesh
It is as a chain ablaze with the blue fires of hell
As the pawn is cast aside
But as this game is played
There will be pawnious slaughter
As this game nears an end
1 false move can cost victory
Ones dignity is at stake
