On a board of sixty-four squares,
Strategies unfold, silent wars declared,
Knights leap, bishops slice through air,
In this battlefield, all pieces are bared.

The king stands guarded, yet fragile,
Queens command with grace, versatile,
Pawns march forth, hopeful, agile,
Each move, a story, versatile.

Rooks glide, castles of might,
Protecting realms, day and night,
Every piece with its own right,
In the game, shadows and light.

Checkmate looms, a calculated end,
Victory and defeat, hand in hand,
Chess, a dance, minds transcend,
In every move, a world to understand.