Ignorant Arrogant
on ground of sixteen to sixteen,
two sides of twain opposing colours,
a crown and a throne to hold against thou,
no frown was thrown for this play of wars.
as time in glass before us commences,
war attacks were received with no fences.
manipulation’s key for survival in this game,
form a strategy for it builds up my name.
i am a queen and there stand my pawns,
pieces, be keen to perform my plan drawn.
this is a war and this is a kingdom i’d protect,
means doesn't matter for it’s the end we must select.
strategize to pulverize the mices’ dice.
shall my sole goal be in whole is to rule?
with powers and mighty bestowed upon i,
in use of knights as army, you all shall die.
tactics to mix in fixed was my only excitement,
educed only were respawn and restart in arrangement.
see the board only as mere entertaining mess.
and see the horde only as tool for success.
i am a queen and this becomes my war,
i am a crowned owning a hollow heart,
my moves were absolute but then, callous,
for emotions lead only to results so fallacious.
irrationality is but a hindrance to avert,
heart though is unexpectedly something to insert—
yet forgotten by i resulting to human error.
error born from emotions resulting to horror.
knights have followed their own will,
let them be! call me a queen so ill!
their four can compare not to my infinite steps.
and thy power need not impotent followers,
let the kingdom war continue with them gone,
watch as the sand pours down the glass.
behold oh the other side of white men,
thy wisdom is enough for me to have grasp.
until rooks and snipers leave next,
for to them, i was not an altruist but a beast.
and that, staying’s impossible in this context.
go peasants, none will ever be missed.
shattered kingdom, enemy is ahead.
my moves, my scheme—apparently, affected.
yet advance still as refusal to descend.
and though isolated, i’d kill to win by the end.
desperation for my desire becomes a chaos,
ruthless forms for the pawns to initiate performing.
i was again betrayed and in darkness, lost,
another piece left to make me realize that everything’s collapsing.
frustration drowns my being only after seeing my king,
pity-filled pair of orbs hesitant of staying.
the last one i have after i lose everything,
oh, what fear i have in thought of even him leaving?
i was a queen and this was a war i enjoyed,
hence, the birth of my play with feelings devoid.
see now then how realizations eat me.
aftermath is inevitable in this created mayhem,
for one has to fall thus finishing this game.
yet now that i realized my false solitude,
i will allow not that only plausible fruit.
break ties with the other party and save myself.
mess the board and in plea from them, be deaf.
let the hour glass in the corner lose its sand,
let me face the truth blind by means of this hand.
for a grandious finalé, this is befitting.
with my insanity, neither side was winning.
no one lost in the game!
for we have lost the game.
- x.xvii.xix