Sunday's Secret

I didn't think it through. I took the orders and marched forward, unaware of the feelings that would bleed long after. Mixing the chemicals the reaction was never considered, what was to be expected? A settled liquid of  a pretty colour? When the reality is it boiled into a steamy overflowing mess of smoke and danger. After the first mountain erupted it set of another, like a set of glass dominos destroying each piece as it falls.
Was it a wasted game of chess? The pawns were set and the game I thought had began, after all that time maybe the King was never meant for the Queen. He could settle for a Castle and she a Knight, a Knight where she will see her reflection and show her the true monster she is. It was never meant to happen this way, but it isn't like chess is it? We have no control, at least not of others, we can only control ourselves. Decide on the square, plan the capture and Check Mate.