The Chess Game

I make a move.

His bishop

falls down.

Well, there goes
his queen

and her shiny crown.
My knight

soars

through the air,

stealing the square of his pawn
without any
care.

My pawns are in a line.

Minutes pass by.
My position is fine.

I’m playing my best,
my position is great,
and then . . .
checkmate!