On a board of black and white,
Silent warriors take their stance,
Each move a dance, a calculated fight,
In the realm of intellect’s trance.

The king’s hesitant steps,
The queen’s majestic glide,
Pawns advance with humble precepts,
Knights and bishops guard with pride.

Castles stand as bastions strong,
Rooks and knights weave their fates,
In this silent game, right or wrong,
Victory or defeat patiently waits.

Each piece a story, each move a tale,
In the grand design of chess,
Through strategies that prevail,
Minds are tested, none the less.