Karpov vs. Deep Blue

In our match of chess
you mistoke me for a pawn...
expendable was your guess
for what could be the dawn
of a new found game...
one without blame or shame...
not missing anything,
nor kingdom nor king...
you see... I've been a player
way before your first layer
was shed, your snake skin...
so now, i'll commit the sin
of sacrificing the queen
in order to achieve win...
For I'm sick and tired...
been too long wired
to this jolt of power
that is in turn sweet, or sour...
You sit steady in your tower,
not taking the day an hour,
be it day or night,
to visit the dark knight...
by the bishop he still stands...
still holding the sword in his hands...
as he was when the game begun,
and you hadn't replaced the sun...
But I guess check & mate
was always our fate,
since we both knew the rules...
and none of us are fools...