An Empty Chessboard

(A/N: Technically, this piece is complete on its own but somehow, I still feel that it isn't finished. Regardless, I'll have to post this one as is. Anyway, enjoy.)

An Empty Chessboard
By: Ezekiel de Guia

Sitting in the middle of the room
Between two forces, opposites by fate
Evoked with a game yearned to finish.

One to dare and assume
That the game has not come too late
Or this madness has nothing to furnish.

Empty, pieces stand not in this loom
Fate unseen as our souls lark and rate,
Nay, the game runs at a garnish.

The adversary laid the game's attack
Here, I said "The move, the force it lacks."
Mistaken was I, she declared "It is not a mere knick-knack."

Checkmate.