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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The checkered board, a universe contained, Sixty-four squares where destinies are feigned. A quiet battlefield, of ebony and bone, Where intellect ascends its lonely throne. The pawns advance, a humble hopeful line, Sacrificed often for a grand design. Yet in their numbers, strength and purpose lie, A voiceless promise 'neath a watchful eye. The knights leap sideways, logic defied, A sudden threat from an unexpected tide. Oblique their journey, thoughts that twist and turn, A mental acrobat, lessons we must learn. The bishops glide, on diagonals they roam, Bound by their color, never finding home On squares contrasting, yet a vital force, Shaping the landscape, altering the course. The rooks stand steadfast, power straight and true, Guardians of flanks, with limited purview. Until the opening clears, their might unfurls, A linear force that shakes the other worlds. The queen, a paradox of grace and might, Commanding all the board in darkest night Or brightest dawn, her influence supreme, A fragile power, a strategic dream. And in the center, vulnerable and grand, The king resides, the fate of all the land Resting upon his safety, his careful stride, A single misstep, nowhere left to hide. Each piece a thought, a strategy conceived, A soundless language eloquently believed By minds engaged in this intricate ballet, Where foresight reigns and errors hold their sway. Is it a game of war, a mirrored fight? Or just a canvas bathed in black and white, Where abstract concepts clash and intertwine, And human intellect finds its design? The clock ticks onward, pressure starts to mount, Decisions forged of paramount account. A moment's lapse, a vision unforeseen, Can shatter castles where a king has been. So ponder deeply on this ancient art, A microcosm held within the heart. For in its squares, a truth profound we find, The intricate and fragile nature of the mind. ©bfa041125
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