The game of chess is a battle of wits,
A dance of strategy and moves that fits,
The pieces move and dance upon the board,
Creating a story that must be explored.
A poet sees beyond the surface game,
The poetry of chess is not the same,
It's not just moving pawns and knights around,
It's the beauty of the board, the silence of sound.
The king and queen, they dance a dangerous dance,
Their moves, their choices, can make or break the chance,
The bishop and the rook, they stand tall and strong,
Protecting the king, the game they prolong.
And as the game comes to its final end,
The poets see a story they can bend,
For in the game of chess, there's more than winning or loss,
There's a beauty that poets can emboss.
So let us always be a poet in chess,
And see the game for more than success,
For in each move, there's a story to tell,
And in each game, a poem can dwell.