The King went forward killing the Knight.
O where would you see such a strategic fight?
The horse came galloping swift henceforth,
to give silent treatment to the bishop in the north.
This war fought to defend the pride,
of the rightful ruler of it's collective side.
O who shall win, the black or white?
The Queen fought with utter strength,
with her significant power, her might friend.
The King was defended by his fearless bride,
watching his horse who fearfully dies.
The white army was losing the war,
the King thinking why the war took place, what for?
He decided to cease fire, but the Queen wouldn't let him get tired.
O why would he forfeit this important fight?
The other King, with his black army,
pierced the other's bodies with skillful archery.
He wasn't ready to give up, nor were his servants.
He was evil, but had the attitude needed in war.
He indeed was one who kept on wanting more,
and that made him unlike the king who let his confidence get torn.
He had what it needed to be a warrior whose win he had sworn.
It is not always that truth wins,
and the one defeated is the one with all the sins.
It is, like the black King, your confidence in thee,
what makes you different from others, completely free.
It is your attitude that counts, that makes you mount