Eight By Eight Lives

From the opening motions

Despite your foresight

We have no advantage

In this tactical fight

We're nudged like pawns

To emotional tombs

We call them our castles

But they're eight by eight rooms

We confide in our bishops

In their set plays and lies

Then forget that they're playing

The game by our sides

And the Kings wait for Queens

While the Queens wait for Knights

But the Kings die alone

When they turn out the lights

Should a player surrender

To inevitable fate

When resisting the endgame

And facing Stalemate?

This game that we're playing

And this world you're without

Will end with a whimper

And never a shout...