Game Over

A chess song. He is the board and the player; every move was guessed long ago, and patience is the weapon. The trap looked fair, and then it was over. But he respects a worthy opponent, and even after breaking your game he says good game: it made him plan more than cowards or applauding fans ever could. What happened stays between the two of them, and the game does not truly end, it only pauses. "Come, play again."