Giant

I sat down at my table

my little opponent adjusts

her pieces.

She played the rebellious Sicilian Najdorf,

and I went in with the papal Sozin Attack.

But unlike any thirteen year old

I have met

she understood the ancient Mafiosi lines

of Sicily very well.

I would have sworn she was Italian,

or even a daughter of Greco,

the holder of his manuscripts.

And so it was,

a rude awakening.

After the opening when things

seemed fine for the white pieces,

developed and looking chic,

in a flash,

like a volcanic secret unraveled,

the board was set alight

and all my pieces were on prix.

Black's attack was scathing.

A pride of lions had gathered

and began stalking the ranks.

Dark clouds loomed over

my kingdom.

Meanwhile my king

was getting dizzy

from being toyed with

by flying reptiles that screeched

across the diagnols.

He bobbed around the centre

like a mouse on a shoe string

before being gobbled up

by an overweight Garfield.

As my position went from

very bad to even worse

I suddenly noticed

my little opponent had become a giant.

I was quite surprised to

see a giant sitting opposite me

I did not notice it

enter the room.