The Strategist Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Strategist

A plan unfolds, a silent game,
You see the board, you know each name.
The rivals' move, you can foresee,
A clever twist, for victory.

You draw the lines, a path to tread,
Where others fear, you forge ahead.
No panicked breath, no hasty call,
Just cool command, that conquers all.

A map of minds, a subtle guide,
Your team's ascent, with you inside.
A mastermind? Perhaps they're right,
But winning's sweet, with guiding light.