'A game of chess to the end...I challenge thee...surrender!
Jump the knight and pay the pawn...Who has really gained?
A castle will harbor the king, as the Queen holds a key!
If your quick and witted you shall never be stained.
Ever looking back upon a jesting old bishop, burning
the journals of long days and cold nights...Tenderly'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem