534. Chess With The Scythe Man Poem by Jaden Knight

I didn't want to play chess with the scythe man
as we all seem to do during our existence
it's not something that I could refuse
as the game is meant to last a life time

All the pieces were lined up on the board
as we took our seats opposite each other
in the darkness of my newborn mind we sat
he reached out a bony hand to pick up a knight
and begin the game of my life

Not only was I to be a pawn in my own game
but every other piece I needed to be
every gambit was thought of and attempted
but not everyone of them were taken

The pile of lost pieces grew larger
I was fast running out of options
the reaper seemed impassive as ever
as if he knew the final result

At last he had me cornered in my aging skull
as he made his final move
he declared aloud "Checkmate"
as my life faded away into nothing