Upon the checkered battlefield, they stand,
Warriors of ebony and ivory, hand in hand,
In silence, they prepare for the timeless dance,
A game of wit, strategy, and chance.

The knight leaps forth with valor untold,
The bishop slides, with secrets to unfold,
The rooks march straight, unwavering and grand,
While the queen commands with an iron hand.

Each pawn, a soldier in the front line’s fray,
Moves cautious steps, paving the way,
For kings who hide behind their loyal rank,
In hopes their fortress never breaks or tanks.

Check and mate, the final call of fate,
One side rejoices, the other meets its date,
Yet in this quiet war, respect remains,
For in chess, honor always sustains.