Checkmate

She stood still, towering above the army of pawns,

Smiling despite the chaos ahead.

A master plan slowly dawns,

As the army kneeled and pushed, head to head. 

The plan was not to plot a queen's gambit,

For that would seem so unladylike.

The game of black and white, the game of wit,

Warriors are not meant to slay but to strike.

She was too valuable to be used for a fork tactic,

She was too graceful to jump like a knight.

The end was in no way to be anticlimactic, 

For she was to step out, only when the time was right.

And when she did, she glided across the board

Unrestricted, fearless.

As wrath and vengeance poured,

She devoured among screams of distress.

She was too familiar with the shades of grey,

And once she knew what was to be achieved,

They could do nothing, but sit and pray,

For the most powerful piece, can never be deceived.