Chequered , Flagged and total surrender

[Da****]

The pieces set gleaming in crimson light
the players sweat o'er impending fight
him taking black, it's her , the Queen who has the white
who gallantly gallops his gallant knight

He moves his pawn to gain the center stage
and her pawn brings both on the same page
his knight, her bishop, such a trembling rage
histrionics nettling they do engage

They hunch over the board with faces grave
with fingers twirling hair in baffled wave
His sacrifice a rook in moment brave
She sees through it, oh! what a damn close shave

The master now breathing down on her neck
with raging fury, slaps her hard with a check
She moves to left - he eats one from her deck
and leaves behind a battered, rickety wreck

She must wake up before it gets too late
with middling talent, all they have is fate
March forward, he storms in through the gate
"5-naught", says he and adds, "it's a check-mate"