We are wholly taken – reason and sanity –
placed under leash in obscurity’s lair. We are
wholly bound by the cords of vanity and
forever thrust into deception’s fair. Our
console now lays in the lies of everyday, as
we live unabashed in unending masquerade.
Our souls demand ourselves without delay.
Our spirits, from strain, begin to fade.
Undying cupidity commands many a soul.
Crowns and stones are the gods we extol. The
King flounders from the weight of his crown; his
Queen, powerless, stares down at her gown;
Bishops spout lies in their honorary robes;
Pawns, vexed, demand answers to probes; and
Knights betray loyalty in hopes of plunder, so
the once mighty Castle falls asunder.
We have jumped into bed with deception’s consort
and have soiled our souls from this incestuous resort.
Beneath the contrived cloak of diplomacy, we have
ceded our supremacy. And now, Grandmaster looks
away in disgust; Condemning His pieces to fate and