I am like a chessboard, complex yet mysterious.
Competitive yet playful
With millions of moves you can’t nail me down,
I am like a bishop from the shadows, I sneak around.
The woosh of a rook as it takes a queen,
As they speak faint words while they move around
Like the chatter of a king as he lands on the ground.
A pan I am a reliable defender
First to enter, last to leave. like the pride of a king, and the whine of the weak
Like a great golden kingdom we rise to the peak
With a strategy for war a chessboard holds much… much… more.
Then the queen falls and this last move decides it all…