He stared at the board
In hyperfocus!
Oblivious to the world
Intense and nervous...
This never gets old
Yes, this is serious!
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Finally!!!
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A smile lit his face
He figured it out!
He put the piece in place
Deliberate; without a doubt
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Knight to King Bishop Four.
Clock showed few seconds more...
A brilliant move!
The chess gods should approve...
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Alas!
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He looked at the board again
Error made! Horror in his eyes
His chest bursting in pain;
It was a useless sacrifice!
And he felt his blood drain
For no counters will suffice...
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Now he saw it clear as day
And he felt like a fat cow
His king will be slayed
A mere ten moves from now!
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Kernel-size beads of sweat
Furrowed down his forehead
His hands clammy and wet
And his eyes turning red
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He prayed his opponent won’t see
The predicament his king is in
But it’s so obvious, it will be easy
He’ll see it; and go for the win!
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So he looked across the table
At his twelve year-old son
He’s smiling, looking agreeable
Certainly, his king’s undone!
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Oh well... the gambit didn’t pay off
His opponent simply too tough!
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11-08-2015
© Vic A Evora