On a checkered field where minds engage,
Kings and Queens in battle rage.
Knights leap forth in fearless stride,
Bishops glide on slanted lines.
Pawns march on, with courage keen,
Dreaming of the crown unseen.
Rooks hold fort on corners tight,
Casting shadows in the night.
The dance of rooks and knights ensue,
A grand display in black and blue.
Each move a song, each step a tale,
In this realm where shadows pale.
The final check, the king’s despair,
The queen’s fierce gaze, a silent prayer.
On this board where fates are sealed,
A victory earned, a kingdom revealed.