There.  Definitely 'there'.  A poor anaology, but with "there" as the final word it seems as though the poem is spoken to doomed king in chess, three or so moves before checkmate. Destiny waits down the alley you take thinking you're avoiding fate.

lol, nice backhanded compliment sweeper ;)

and thanks lynn for the lift

I meant my analogy to be the poor one.
(I'm not a sweeper any more.  Yay!)

Woohoo! ;D So happy for you!