White Knight

Power. Efficiency. Grace. Words that collaborate to describe such a magnificent beast. The immense power contained within each individual cell. The efficiency in which those cells coincide to perform, like the cogs and gears beneath the hood of a well-tuned machine. The grace found amongst the fluid movement when such an animal leaps effortlessly. To delve further into this entity, we could question the potential ability or the existentialism of self-awareness within the gelding. We can only fathom what sort of spirit resides in this horse. Does it function solely as a pawn, a minuscule piece in our evolution as humans? Or does it obey our every command simply out of a knight‘s loyalty? Lastly, does it aid us in our conquest for greatness and kingship while plotting our demise?

Be it a pawn or rook, a bishop or a knight, this is another piece in life’s game of chess. Each pawn desires to be king. But the top is lonely. The queen is mighty powerful, far more potent and deadly then the king. Yet she lacks the title to control congress. Seen as a threat, she becomes a primary target for the lurking enemy. The underling is taken for granted, being a pawn unknowingly holds the element of surprise. One small step at a time, he advances towards his enemy head on. The white king thinks too far ahead, speculating his enemy to flank from behind, to take more complex routes. Blinded by his own treacherous thinking, he overlooked the tiny black pawn at his feet who herded him over the course of the battle into a corner of the pig pen. The white knight is too late to gallantly leap to the rescue of his king. Check and Mate.

Underdog of the underworld,
~Chiko.