Instead of chess pieces,
he plays with human lives.
He waits patiently
knowing excitedly
Their pieces can't be moved,
He spends months in preparation
as he knows time is the curation
to wiping out all the pawns.
The king goes down, scatters
And he seduces the queen.
He's never been beaten,
as he has no humanity
except for small gifts,
and little sweet tributes
that remind him
He was once innocent.
When it comes to trolls, I line them up like chess pieces and take my time to scatter all of them. I make up stories that they believe and love it when they go down like a horse with a broken leg. Am I a sociopath? No, I just have Asperger's and need to teach those who don't understand the condition, a lesson.
