The instant the pieces are laid on the board,
A tangible tension fills the air;
The forces gather and stand in accord,
Silently muttering a quick prayer.
A moment later begins the game —
And an air of cruelty overcomes the kings,
Mighty sovereigns aiming only to maim
The opposing kingdom’s puppet strings.
The usual struggles of the fight commence;
Each side’s footmen march into the center,
The cavalry jumps out all ready to fence,
While the king stays put and acts as a mentor.
Slowly, gradually, the battle evolves,
As the major powers enter the heat,
And the kings hide before the game devolves
Within their castles — which is no small feat!
For, oftentimes, in the heat of the fray,
The armies gang up on the un-castled king
In perfect harmony — Not a piece is astray,
As the queen delivers checkmate — The final sting.
So the king plays it safe, and himself conceals,
As the all-powerful queen commands the field,
Deploying her forces to follow at her heels
As she mops up the foes and breaks through their shield.
The armies get thinner as the endgame nears,
And the kings begin to come out of their shells;
The infantry advances and gives three loud cheers
As one of its men crosses the board under knells
Signifying the transformation to come —
The soldier morphs into a grandiose queen;
And with a final advance to the beat of a drum,
The new queen yells “Checkmate!”… and still goes the scene.
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