Title: Chess
by Olivia from Hertfordshire | in writing, poetry
Were you there when the screams began last night?
I remember the game that we played.
Chess.
Move your Knight to protect your Castle.
The sound began. Rumbling like the beginning of a purr.
Deepening.
Lengthening.
Until the shards of sound pierced the walls of our house.
Pierced the drums of our ears.
Pounded within our souls.
We had no Knight.
I heard the wretched souls of the damned as the light passed over.
Our Castle shook from its foundations, but stood firm.
The scrabbling of torn fingernails on brick.
The pain-dulled eye flashing through a gap in curtain.
I was there when the screams began last night.
Were you there to hear my screams, my Knight?
I have never really written poetry before and so have no idea how this comes across. I hope that someone out there will enjoy it.
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