Premonitions : King,Queen and Castling

Light penetrates the darken paths

Of the scarred grounds of an English battlefield

Home to men, in pursuit of a king's dream,

To only suffer the wrath of another.

But fearlessly they marched on

To death seemingly, but unknown

Archers fired; Chariots rode,

Until blood masked their shields

And Chain mail clashed no more.

Then Out of the darkness, into the light

Stood nothing more than a mere foot soldier

Although proceeded in battle with many,

He returned home alone.

He closes his eyes in remembrance

Of the remains of once was

And silently cites a prayer, to the merciful God above.

Upon opening his eyes he stands there straight

With the victorious spirit of those before

Then darkness recedes, trenches dissipate,

Leaving signs of a war no more.

Gradually... He too, fades,

A mere figment of imagination.

Long lives the king he echoes,

As I announce checkmate.