• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 09
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The Adjudication

(Method to decide the result of an unfinished game)

Three years forward, six years back
My dark bishop treads on black
With bated breath, your every move,
Piece by piece, I am removed
Prophylaxis in consistency,
Is this nonchalance or ecstasy?
Tell me now, or I won’t wait
For the day I’m caught checkmate