My Opponent

‘Knight to B3’
I strike, tackle my opponent,
They counter-attack with their Bishop.
I take their Bishop with my Castle,
But I did not see their Queen,
Lurking in the shadows of the board,
Waiting for their reward.

I am in check-my king cannot move,
I am defeated.

I pick up the pieces and throw them on the floor,
As I leave the room I slam the door.

I hate when my brother beats me in chess.