by John Yeo
Move or you lose, snapped the cool calm voice
Of the insistent, determined, Grandmaster.
You need to respond, you have no choice
But to make your move and cooperate.
Teeth gritted tightly, I stubbornly resist,
The succinct sentences, tempting and brief.
The point is open to a surprising twist.
The game turns and proceeds, without relief.
I sit, and show nothing that will communicate
My plans with the endgame clearly in view.
What is the outcome, if I were to deviate
With an unexpected move to confound you?
Gasping loudly in shock, you break the spell.
This is a ploy you could never have expected.
It goes against the moves you know so well.
With your plans in disarray you look dejected.
Unsure of a move that was made to dismember
Your intricate, well thought-through plans.
You lay down your King in abject surrender.
Then leave without shaking hands.
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