Checkmate

Half a year has whittled by

With tears left running until they're dry,
Strewn chess pieces led astray
Fallen knights among them kneel to pray
To embittered gods of chess
Who care naught but to scorn and suppress;
Fighting folly play by play
An ill-fated race for those that stay,
Before the last piece descends
Down that dark road where no more amends
Can halt the flowing of years
Into the dark abyss of my fears.

The king of Will has been slain
His subjects slaughtered across the plain,
His queen forced upon by Fate
Her Will silenced without much debate
For her cries could not have saved
A doomed kingdom from the path Fate paved.

Night has crept in silently
Encircling my heart most violently,
No more tears remain to fall
As despair is let loose from its stall
With half a year more to see
The empty chessboard that's haunting me.