A Game for the Gods

The pieces sprawled audaciously before her
On a board carved by the angels themselves
Hallowed hieroglyphs whispered secrets that threaded time together
His ebony tombs enticing her with languid promises and sweetened rage
Emotions of which she was forbidden to feel
To want.
To need.
A move here, a fallen soldier there
And the gods played the mortals like harps
Screams and cries entangled to a cacophony
Lullabies for immortal babes.
Her chaste fingers traced hearts into the crimson spray decorating the board
The games those Gods played.
The scarlet tears pooled in the crevasses of the contest
Dripping to the floor, anfractuous in its exquisite audacity
â??All the better to see you with mâ??dearâ??
Her glacial orbs widen in shock
How dare he speak now.
Dare to make their unholy matrimony real
How dare he give her something to hold onto
To dare to want.
To need.
His glittering eyes inveigled her dreams
And answered all the questions even he would never dare to speak.
Her eyes never left his as she claimed his queen
His mouth curved into a sinful smile as he flung their board to the black marble below
For that trivial game was no longer a courting medium.
For his queen was the siren before him
And he was her world.