In the quiet of a checkered realm,
Where minds like oceans vast do dwell,
Knights leap in arcs of daring dream,
While bishops glide on whispered schemes.

The queen commands with sweeping grace,
Her path a tapestry of fierce embrace,
The rooks stand guard, unwavering and true,
A fortress strong beneath the sky’s blue.

Kings in shadow, both weak and wise,
Seek refuge from the looming skies,
Each move a ripple in a silent sea,
A battle fought with grand subtlety.

Pawns march forth, a humble line,
Their journey one of heart and spine,
In this world of thought and endless quest,
Find the beauty in each quiet test.