Checkmate
The board set-up, the pieces in place,
Intense as a momentary gaze, mystery begins.
Opposing colours, crafted not to mingle together,
But forged to commit unpredictable sins.
Every move you make; unbeknownst to you,
Falling into the web I've woven.
The plot thickens, inescapable, trapped; I target
The piece any man would have chosen.
Eyes on the prize; the final instant arising.
Ignoring the pawn, the bishop, the knight, the rook.
Emotions ablaze, my secret still concealed,
Did you not take one moment to look?
This strategy, so puzzling, what you should have seen;
Your King finally cornered, your move now, my Queen.