The bishop that was "free" was bait --
I see that now, remorsefully,
With sudden insight far too late.
We dance around the battle-grid
For form's sake, knowing perfectly
Our moves have been delimited.
My frantic, panicked king now flees,
Now smites his foemen viciously,
Grasps for opportunities.
Too soon, two rooks will finish up,
But I've been dying inexorably
Since I took that blasted bishop.
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