The King Is Down!

"The King's been toppled. Toppled!"
The queen and court are trembling.
Felled by a pawn! A bumpkin knave,
his true intent dissembling.
In seeking for himself a crown
he trampled several pawns
His King's bishop assisting him,
en route, he hastened on.
He slithered past our bishop,
he lamed our brave knight's steed!
Before the queen could rush him
he'd done the devilish deed.
He crashed against his majesty
and caught the king off guard.
Our monarch being rather plump,
he hit the ground quite hard.
Still the pawn heads for his goal
while our good queen and host
have vowed to have his wretched head.
That upstart will be toast!
Image: Steve Buissinne — Pixabay

The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today was TOPPLE

Cranes Again

Sandhill cranes again
as every autumn ever
float over our fields.
Exiles, always calling
their lost and lonely plaint.

Drifting, always searching
a place to rest, a scattering
of grain not gathered in.
Gleaning, always mourning,
like us, the coming chill.

Shadows of autumn
gliding, all too briefly,
over our land and gone.
We're left to mourn alone
the chilling, biting winds.
Image by ladymacbeth — Pixabay