You made your first move with a pawn,
What a nice opening.
I saw your bishop ready to attack
Is this that old blitz thing?
Remember, I am a master, not a patzer.
You thought that I was weaker.
I will not play the “desperado”;
Let me just do the fianchetto.
You placed your king near mine
Do you think I will resign?
I’ll place my knight near you;
Now what will you do?
I will trap you with these isolated pawns.
Dear, there’s no way back home.
My pawns are now promoted,
Your game is now unrated…
Touch move,
wrong move,
Checkmate.
Oct 22, 2016
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Q to K4 a good write that shows progression in counter but if taken as a metaphor might be so much more. Well done and most creative
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