Chess king

Prompt

Secretly, the Black Queen Likes the white king. But the military values results. This is checkered land. Put on your armor quickly, Unsheathe the bloodthirsty steel! The warriors are waiting for success again – Not love letters... What a pity! Your king is so cowardly and pathetic: Castling is a favorite move. I'm tired of killing for him. Blood has been flowing for years. You are a master of military affairs. The mind is cold, but the blood is fire. Only sometimes it tears apart. A heart encased in armor. Thus the eternal enemy draws you in: A slender figure and a burning gaze, But in the affection of the heart. A fatal disgrace for you. You approach him closely, Declaring sternly "Checkmate!" You secretly dream of a kiss, Understanding that - he's the enemy! You're not afraid of being killed, No, it's contempt that frightens you. He will silently disappear behind the curtain, Having played a daring gambit. He will sacrifice the queen, You will pierce her chest with a blade, Both from joy and from anger. A lump will choke you. There's no rival – he's free! From love, but not from war… After all, intrigue is in fashion among white people – The role of the wife is played by a pawn. He will put on a different crown. The one who infiltrated the enemy's rear, Who here values anyone else's sacrifice? Life is cheap among the whites. The black queen knows – The essence of white is bitter ice, Who sowed discord and war, He will reap what he sows: revenge and hatred… But how can you command the heart here? What did it prefer to love, the enemy? Then you fervently crave death, Then you so desperately want to live... Then I'm ready to concede the victory. For the sake of passionate and tender feelings, Then you consider it utter nonsense. This thought is a plague, a curse. And you've got something stuck inside. The white demon and the black devil, Drawn in a black and white style. Excess in the cage of your passion. Here... black wins in my soul. Ignoring the hell within the heart, With a calmness that is feigned. You'll walk up and whisper: "Damn..." The horn of victory sounds its melodies, The aggressor is dead, let the earth rejoice! Only the Black Queen Likes the white king…