Checkmate.

“Checkmate.” whispers the Flame Queen signaling the end of the game

the game we worked for and loved so much is...is over

When a chess game starts everybody is equal, a fair chance to win they say.

But where is that fair chance when you're going up against the Albert Einstein of players, the master manipulator of the board.

And hey is it too late to give up now or shall we do it later?

Because the familiar face of the opponent is all too real for us to face alone, but we do.

All others watching as she destroys our pawns one by one and us not willing to believe that it could be done.

It's like she knows what we are going to do and does it before we even know how to.

As our front line is being depleted her sense of accomplishment becomes completed.  

Our love is growing stronger for our queen and as the second to last pawn is being destroyed when you look in her eyes all you see is a void.

A void where love should reign but all you see is anger and pain and the anger comes out as she plays the game.

her game,

We so desperately hate but love to play because our queen cannot be slain.

She means too much for her to be touched by the hateful beam of the Flame Queen and as she begins to make a move an idea comes to us none too soon

because our queen gives us hope to cope with

a loss or a win

But now it's time to chose.

Our queen or hers

Which one holds more power?

Which one is supreme?

Which one will be the reigning queen?

Which one is worth more?

Which one hurt you less?

Which one will give you the power to progress from this place of hurt?

This choice will mean an end to the game or an endless loop of wicked pain.

Which one will get to win

and say for the last time

Checkmate.