Poetry - Queen's Gambit (By Arabella Hall)

The faint tap of my heels down the hall

Father always said it was like music:

Bone on rock, click click click

Blend with the clock, tick tick tick

This sparkling silver sliver in my grasp

Emerald green handle, a polished twinkle to the tapered point

My last remnant of his legacy left for me

But his death will not be in vain

A flash in the window, I press to the shadows

Silence reignsas I begin again

Bone on rock, click click click

Blend with the clock, tick tick tick

I open the door to his room wide

The soft snore of an idiotic angel

He’ll pay for what he did to Father

But first we’ll play a game

One life here, one life there

Does it really matter who?

They all are going to die anyway

Since that’s what people do

Of course, he’ll try to save them

Such a dull flaw of his

A waste of remarkable talent

I could have used him well

But first this life for now

Funny how trusting men can be

Flirt on lips, hands on hips

A smile, a wink, a dance, a drink

Then the web is final, lie and wait till a quarter past one

The little fly shall rest

Bone on rock, click click click

Blend with the clock, tick tick tick

I rest my dagger’s tip against my forearm

Sharp and deadly, perfect

I glance around my surroundings

Silent and personal, perfect

A faultless scapegoat sacrifice

My knife glides along his neck, a sleek and shimmering serpent

Warm blood trickles from the wound,

Another pawn now slain

Softly I take his wrist with my jade gloved hand

One dip of his thumb into the red creek

With my other I take out a mint green letter

Press the thumb to the envelope once then twice

Tuck the letter in his shirt with a light tap

My move completed, now his time begins

Bone on rock, click click click

Blend with the clock, tick tick tick

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