The streetlights dictate the every move
that she makes as a projection
on the sidewalk,
acknowledging that
she is never truly
alone.
The sky is moving quickly,
too fast for this earth,
passing the generations over until
everyday
blurs into
every century,
and you are only a speck
in the iris of life,
that blinks once in the span
of time.
The cars are beacons
moving fast among themselves,
like pawns in a game
of chess.
The pawns are always the first to go.
I wondered how the king felt,
knowing that assasination was simply
the object of the game.
Kill or be killed.
Send someone else to do your dirty work.
The lights were getting darker,
on the horizon.
The girl walked close to her house
noticing the smoke that drifted,
as if out of a dragon's nose,
from a corner of the roof.
The lights were dim,
but shone expectantly.
She glanced up towards the ever moving sky,
and wondered if she could be an exception.
Her hair blew back behind her ears as the wind picked up,
singing in harmonized violin,
waiting for her to scream and break the balance.
The girl allowed a smile to play on her lips,
before she turned from the house
and continued down the middle of the road,
wondering if pawns could kill queens.