Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I don't see you guys rating
the kind of mate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
but the queens we use would not excite you
With black against white and white against black, every move has as its goal to mate. Putting the other side into a position from which it cannot itself defend.
e2 to e3
Ahh, a variant on the king's pawn opening. But this refrain somehow seems out of tune, for his forces have lain fallow for many a season. While typically spring is the time that king's go out from their fortresses in search of conquest, he has remained walled up. Closed in on himself. The books of history tell of a time when his gardens were in bloom and his colors flashed in vibrancy. But if these myths ever witnessed the light of day, their veracity has since faded to naught.
d1 to h5
She has been biding her time, protecting her flanks from the relentless invading hordes. She has been on the front lines long enough to know nearly every opening. No thin flattery or bright banner would dare near her borders lest they pay the price of a humiliating defeat.
f1 to c4
But this, this seemingly pitiful offensive has taken her by surprise. She has defeated countless knights far more worthy than he. What her high council ranked as a foolish advance with nary a chance of success has somehow shown flashes of wisdom. Flashes of charm. Flashes of craft and of cunning.
h5 to f7
Lightning flashes. A quicksilver barrage. Although it makes no sense given the strength of his army, he has broken through all of her defenses almost en passant. White has taken black. Black has taken white. This changes everything.
... not much between despair and ecstasy ...
Posted by Daniel