Through dark rainbow veils, a misty world takes form
A giant chessboard paints the ground, red and white
White Queen in jeweled glory waits for her Sister Red
At her side elementals and elven knight on unicorn
They have gathered at the whim of their lady bright
Use this moment, gather hope before the blood is shed
It is better to be fashionably late,
Make that glittering idiot wait a while longer,
Riding on beasts; her wolves and wurm
by her side, all in obsidian armour plate.
Sisters maybe, but no doubt who is the stronger,
Red will kill White, in a game relentless and firm.
Lips tilt a mocking smile appears, her voice rings out
“Sister, dear! You finally decided to show. I thought
You perhaps would be too scared to show your face
But seeing as you’re here, We shall commence our bout.”
This was not the first time that these sisters had fought
Red against white strived from birth through strength and grace
Little Miss White, perfectly clean and contrite,
Makes her claws itch as they scratch on the stone,
Sculptures of chess, coming alive in her clutch,
A pawn leers at the line, lurching forward in spite,
Brazen and bizarre, bitter, boiling alone,
But for the faithful Stayne and his loving touch.
Laughter in her face she points diamond tipped staff
Forcing one of the white pawns to echo steps of the red
Cold as the winter, her cry is “Peace through death”
And “No mercy” meaning to beat them like chaff
To see her hated and beloved sister fall finally dead
Is deep desire, the burning reason she draws breath
Blood, boiling over, the stone not enough,
A dancing game on a clean chequered board?
'Too easy!' Screams Red, her weapon is drawn,
With denizens called, teeth sharp and skin rough,
A battle cry shouted, alighted on sword,
Intelligence and wit, magick and brawn.
Sister Red was always one to bend the law
White fire lances from wand to maim and destroy
Battle is joined, elementals battle with wights
Charging on steed headfirst into danger’s maw
The elven knight charges, distraction and decoy
His sword scatters enemies, ends smaller fights
Sworded spirit, red dodged and twisted
Her way across the chequered battlefield,
A flash of metal; crimson, white-hot,
She needs not her soldiers enlisted,
With weapon alone and armour, no shield,
The sisters danced in a dangerous knot.
Fight fire with ice, the burning cold
Deflect and strike, the deadly dance
Plotting moves ahead, how this to end
But how the final checkmate to unfold
White wishes to leave naught to chance
She calls the storm her people to defend
The thing about Red, is she's self obsessed,
And when the coin flipped over she turned
on her heel and sounded the retreat.
In a rain of arrows, righteous, white-blessed,
She ran 'til one lodged in her back and burned
white fire across skin; knocked off her feet.
Tears are in the eyes of white sister 'pon the hill
Watching as the red army flees into the night
gaze fixed on fallen sister, hated and beloved
Once all the battleground is silent and still
She walks to where Red lies in fading light
And raises for her obsidian memorial ne'er to be moved.
(Jahaliel's note: this was so much fun to write with Lil I just had to share it here as well.)
