A sixty four square board, divided fight
Chessman rise, move among spaces, out·right
Dramatic beauty, high contrast, black, white
Head down, we sit over a table small
Making moves with our brains, to forward crawl
Keep'g mysteries, to a concealed en·thrall
You might be a player but, i the game
White piece be off to start, me ac·claim
A superior approach, is it's aim
Moves shape, changing strategy, exactly
Shapes, thoughts, expressing beauty, abstractly
Win piece, lose piece, sacrific'g, craft·i·ly
A real battle of good and evil
In trick alley, maneuver, upheaval
Two armies, stare at each other, gleeful
Scheming to corner and overthrow King
Conquerer King of the board, most weak thing
Caught ala' checkmate; war end resulting
To the simple po·et·ics, I just penned
Peerless with poesy 'n wisdom blend
The chess game war that was brought to an end
Tis' is a result of being outdone
O' by strategic attacks that begun
Five moves ahead of all the residum
© daniel miltz
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