You moved upon me,
White Queen, with advantage
across the black and red web
a stinging albino spider
self-proclaimed white widow
who pales charcoal pawns
unhorses ebony knights
dismantles impregnable obsidian rooks
sins with the dark bishop
beheads my raven haired queen
until, cornered,
the black king bows
there are no more moves
the black king bows
and the clock
in the white rook tower
peals midnight
as the black king falls
But it is infinitely more
than checkmate.
The pristine snow White Queen
owns all the pieces
even blushing red squares
where black kings die.
In the next life,
if there is one, I,
I will play the white.