Dots is under my skin

The single crossing -
4 dots: blue and red,
And you hope when starting
That you’ll manage that.
Your opponent is trying
To do his best,
And the chains are advancing
Somewhere to the west.

Some dot-soldiers are dying
For the greater aim,
You’re commanding your army
To win the game.
You are thinking and planning,
And the struggle’s going on,
And your rival keeps fighting.
Panic? No! Oh, come on.

I’m playing, I’m capturing,
I’m advancing my chain.
You may say what you want -
I will do it again.
I rely on my logic,
My mind won’t let me down.
Dots is under my skin,
And I do what I can

The global attacks
Are your strongest gift.
People watch you play,
Their spirits start to lift.
Your rival is trying
To defend every chain,
But the more he’s fighting
The more you gain.

Even the air gets thicker
As the tension grows.
Your opponent’s missed chances,
But the struggle on flows.
Just one move is left
And you’ll win the game;
Your rival surrenders,
And you start again.

Ксения Дементьева. 21 января 2018 года