Chess Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

The Knight shackles the Pawn,
As the bishop retaliates,
To the sound of the kings horn,
Castled behind enemy lines
He ponders and he waits;
Is the rook enough to defend
The seemingly inevitable
Check Mate?

Pawns pushing ‘en passant'
They charge, pinning queen to knight
A protective layer of a thoughtful plan
Missed by deceptive sight,
Explosions sounds, the queen is dead
Taken from her King
A now fading army fights upon the ground
Where their wounded Queen once bled,

Celebrations rule, the queen has gone
The enemies mind filled with loss
The king's boundaries weak and piece
By piece
Each wooden carving gone,
All that stays to fight today,
Is a pawn, a rook and a king, who drags
A white flag across bodies spread
I surrender, I surrender, You win!