Chess

 

    Off in the distance stands a castle, looking quite regal, yet somehow lonely.

    I believe it has been empty for some time now.  I expect its grand ballrooms no longer echo voices, its hallways dark and creepy – without footsteps.

    On weekends there were always a line of pawns eager to view it, although no longer were they giving tours.  The realty sign read, by appointment only.

    There had been a rumor that some rich Australian feller tried to buy it about a year ago, but he told the realtor,

"I'm such a wallaby.  I haven't got a check mate."

 

I know this seems like a rook
but I haven't had my coffee yet.