Queen’s Gambit – Chess Poem
A lingering pawn in the corner of my eye,
A suffering knight, waiting to die.
A trap has been set, I know it well…
Once all was good, before She fell…
The glorious queen of the formidable night,
The conquering bane of the unstoppable white.
She had taken his queen, his bishop, and also his knight.
Before a stray rook, came from Her right …
I had seen it, this is no lie
I set him up, and I let her die
Once all was serene, for the unstoppable white
Right before my queen, was slain by his might
Once all was good, before She fell
Now it is time, to give him hell
His knight shall wait, as my pawn moves ahead
Bringing my bait, back from the dead
She has returned, to his obvious dismay
Perhaps he’s learned, to always rue this day
As well he should, for he has now lost
Perhaps he’s learned, to suffer the cost
Of losing your queen for the greater good,
They are but pieces, made out of wood.