'NIGHTFALL GAMBITS' Words, words, words. Words pouring from my sore head Onto the screen; black on white. Not quite a symphony in ink; But near enough, yes? Too many doubts and fears? Too much crap clogging up The pipes in your mind? LET IT OUT [!] Clean out the rotten system. All the people Picking apart pain; Chugging the balm From sleek Olympian chalices; Calming nectarous merriment. But fear is invading; A fleet of scares and sorrows Including the fear of fear itself: Muscles twitch and limbs shake; Will I be whole again? Three colours of my moods: Gold, silver and blue. Not enough of the former, Too many of the last: Improvement needed fast. Hope for the best. Pray for the best. Prepare for the worse. It was ever thus. Wasn't it? Trapped. Twice trapp'd: Alone on the outside; Alone on the inside. Doubly damned? Set up the board, nicely. Do I play for checkmate? Stalemate? Zugzwang? Or another option? I move my pieces; So does my opponent. I simply don't want to lose. But is that enough? Enough for victory? Wednesday continues apace. Hours are long, days are short; The sun will soon set in the west. Just a game -- but the result? Time will tell.