A Kings Game

With pawns to sacrifice and a king protect, silent and wooden, they shan't object. Ever forward and never back, North east and north west, pressing the attack. Denizens of the church, crossing the field, For the King and for god, the diagonal they wield. Castles that move, the corner they keep, Knights riding steeds, with loyalty they leap. Two opposing armies across the great divide, Eight spaces by eight, the battle will decide. A queen well regarded by all kings, they tell, Conquering her enemies, in all directions they fell. A king must pace himself with each square he'll try, Avoiding all conflict or his kingdom will die. Lo, a haven, the corner would seem, But a trick and a trap, his enemies would deem. With rooks and bishops and knights in play, Behind his army, the king must stay. For he is important to country and state, Survive it he must or he will end up in Checkmate.