Imposter

Treachery! Penalty!
Did you see?
That piece just crushed Black Bishop’s head!
Battery! Villainy!
(Dang and blast, it’s fast –
must be a she.)

Hey Miss, it’s our turn now –
what the hell? You can’t make an L!
Oh.
Where d’you go…?

A truce, my comrades, a truce –
this tyranny must be avenged!
Bishop, stand across and down.
Knight, wait at the bend.
Here she comes now. Don’t be rash…

CRASH –
head on! She’s gone,
taken by her own kind.
(And serves her right.)
Now then. Back to our fight…