The Game
The board is shrouded in fog. Your pieces are obscured. I send out one pawn at a time, searching for yyou. I see you in the distance, I follow. You retreat, and are lost from sight. I search for you again, fruitlesly. I sense that you are better at this game than me, but I must press on the offensive. The fog lifts, I see your position. But you know my intent, to capture you. I attempt to penetrate your defenses, to win you over bit by bit, but your defenses are too strong. I slow my offensive, and you begin to counterattack. I move to adjust, but you are too fast. You slip through my defenses like water and sweep away pieces of me before flowing back, with those pieces in your possesion. At Last! I spot an opening and surge through. We exchange pieces, I advancing , you retreating. Just as I think I can close in on you, you escape. I am defensless and spent, you take my remaining pieces easily. I am alon, a solitary king, I am completely at your mercy. I pray that you take me with you, into the heart of your fortress, to protect me from the elements and unite me with those of my pieces you have taken and unify your will with mine, that we my face the world together. You leave me, forgeting me and moving on to other prey, more powerful than before, swelled by the ranks of my fallen, while I stand alone and powerless, all but captivated by you, to be battered by the fierceness of the world.
