A very strange game of chess

A very strange game of chess (Black Queen takes White)

They told me that chess was a game for those with wisdom and time

A challenge to a battle, calculations and strategy would conform to rules

So when the challenge came I thought I was prepared, I did not decline

Had I not played many times before, had I not the tools

So I made the first move with my pawn

The very first move, but the strategy was wrong

This was a game where rules did not belong

I was expecting her to counter my move

When she picked up my piece I was a little bemused

When she rolled the head gently between her fingers and smiled

I wanted to say it was wrong but I was also beguiled

There was a wickedness there that I thought might turn wild

Against the Black Queen I might be reduced to a child

My pawn was crushed and removed from the board

So I made a move with the bishop and prayed to the Good Lord

Next thing I knew she seemed to be king and I was a ward

When she took the bishop to her body and gave it a kiss

From head to the base, there was nothing missed

At that point I think I really knew something was amiss

The problem was it felt like bliss

Then the bishop too was discarded without cost

I began to wonder was the game already lost?

The next move was so clear, I needed to play the knight

If I was going down then I would put up a fight

But all the move did was to arouse her delight

When she looked and then giggled at my new plight

My worthy steed was ready, a brute of a horse

But she mounted me and the game took a new course

My armour removed in undress I nearly took fright

The knight was left on the ground and the steed took flight

Things were getting rather desperate and I castled with the rook

The castle move was playing to the best rule book

Oh dear, here she comes again, the wicked look

She beckons with her finger, using it as a hook

I queried intention but don’t think I mistook

When she showed me her castle and opened the gate

Inside was her keep and that might seal my fate

I could see from her look there was no time to debate

Like a fish in the moat I think I swallowed the bait

When she said ‘If you’re coming take it slow and then late ‘

I was somewhat hesitant in case her portcullis might fall

But had I not entered in I would have lost it all

But my rook soon got taken and much more was lost

Take care with Black Queens, they come with a cost

All that I had left on the board was my White King

But Bathsheba was ready and waiting, asked was I willing

There was much more on her board she needed fulfilling

She tempted and teased for what seemed an hour and a day

Delaying the end of this game until she had her way

She played with the white king, the game proceeded at leisure

So often cornered and pursued for good measure

Until the king was close to exhaustion and let out a cry

‘Just have your way, but don’t let me die’

A king clawed and caressed, bitten and kissed

Ravished and cherished, how confused might a king get

Held tight and crushed, not to be rushed

Imprisoned in her stocks

His head buried in her pawns

Once in her castle

Only she would let him escape

Every time her well ran dry

She demanded to be filled from his moat

The bucket for the well making a journey

Up and down, up and down, up and down

In jest she had removed her colours for him to keep

A standard to bear and remember she was there

His innocence now was truly laid bare

A King in his castle trapped in her turret

Then exploring her dungeon

Dark moist and deep

The end was in sight

When finally in coming

Black Queen takes White

His last piece knocked over

An end to a night

Maybe the end of a dream

Whilst it had lasted he enjoyed submission

But was this an epilogue or just intermission

Black Queen takes White

His thought for the night

Copyright: David Hopcroft June 2019