The battle royal for the maiden’s heart <br />Breaks out in the cool June night. <br />The pitied bachelors-at-arms, <br />Fall one by one, despite their might. <br /> <br />It is quite the shame really, <br />To see the cut-and-thrust unfold. <br />The maiden’s heart, growing weary, <br />Is a nugget of glorified gold. <br /> <br />The maiden is not a jillet, <br />But rather a hopeless romantic. <br />And like a candle burning to the wick, <br />She hasn’t much more to give. <br /> <br />But the determined knights roar on, <br />Dismissing their woeful spirits, <br />Unbeknownst to their fate as pawns, <br />In the maleficent chess game of love. <br /> <br />(March 22,2007)<br /><br />Michael Fischer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-maiden-s-heart-the-chess-game-of-love/
