In silence, the board awaits its fate,
A battlefield where minds collide,
Each piece poised in perfect state,
Where strategy and chance reside.
The pawns advance, a cautious line,
Guardians of the queen’s intent,
Through calculated moves, they define,
The gameâs intricate, vast extent.
The knights leap, in arcs they soar,
Crossing squares with daring grace,
Their unpredictable allure,
Adds mystery to this sacred space.
As bishops glide on diagonal paths,
Casting shadows, long and deep,
In chess, we find the art of math,
A dance where kings and captives sleep.