The serial murderer and police detective,
In a heated battle of chess;
Sit with stern brows that are sweat-filled from the cop's perspective,
And stare puzzled, until somebody must make a guess.
The killer puts him in check;
The cop's anxious face is put to rest as he smirks a bit,
Making a move that frees his mind, and causes his opponent to submit.
The serial murderer, hes in trouble, but how?
He sits still, but looks around wondering, and says: "wow,
For a moment it seamed your move was good, but I have a reply for it now."
As the killer's words enter his mind, the officer feels brave,
He's ready for a move, looking to recclaim the game.
"What can I do now? I have pawns to tame,
And if I move fast enough I can put this man to shame."
The cop makes a threatening move, that is flawed a bit,
If the killer notices, the officer will be surely hit.
"What's the matter man?", the killer asks,
Noticing his nervousness.
"Just hurry up, I dont have all day,
I have crooks to catch and bills to pay."
The serial killer studies the game and plays, saying:
" Yeah, I have crooks to meet and friends to betray,
And it makes no difference when I catch my prey."
The nervous officer awaits his doom but gets off with his mistake,
The confident killer doesn't realize his blunder will cause him the game.
Wondering about his aim, the cop goes forth with his thought-out frame,
Trying to kill a king is no fool's thing.
It takes a lot of competence and usage of the brain.
After not much deliberation the officer easily gets check mate,
And feels complacent with the way he played today.
The killer takes his books and unhelpful things,
His face is puzzled as he gets up and slowly drifts away.
The win was easy, but the game isn't,
He knows it doesn't matter how many times he'll risen.
He'll never know everything he wants to know,
And never want everything he already knows.
