The Game

The game is on

Shall the romp commence?

Shall we move these piece?

Once again

There was a time when you were

The queen of the castle

And I merely a pawn

To bend to your persuasions

But now we are so evenly matched

You circle left

And I write

But to the end of things

Who can say

We both make plans

And try not to smile

You counter me

I step back, but forth come I

This is the dance we dance

With swords

and words

And eyes

So no banter made

No tapestry of love to weave

Shall we be rivals then

Or lover caught in sweetest heaves

I'll be a general, you be the queen

You move your pawns against mine

I command words

You command hearts

Together apart

As two dwarf stars dancing

Nearer each other

Our mutual destructions arise

So apart we keep

And dance only with eyes

But maybe destruction can also be sweet

When the dance draws closer

And our desires then meet

For destroying the self

For the gain of the twain

So now let us move this way

You this way and I that

Parallel each other's minds

Countering each other's souls

The game is afoot

And I love to play

When an excellent player's to be had

This shall be the most excellent game

The game is surely on