Chess

Chess-- It's a sixty four square board divided fight Chessman rise, move among spaces out·right It's high contrast, black and white We sit over a table small Making moves with our brains to a forward crawl Both keeping mysteries to a concealed en·thrall You a player... I'm game White goes to start, me ac·claim A superior approach, is it's aim Moves are made, adapting, changing strategy exactly With shapes, thoughts, expressing their beauty abstractly Winning a piece, losing a piece, sacrificing a piece craft·i·ly A real battle of good and evil Trickery of territorial maneuver upheaval Two little armies, stare at each other gleeful Scheming to corner and overthrow the King Ruler, Master of the board- - however, the most weak thing When Master caught, checkmate; the battle end resulting To the po·et·ics just penned Peerless with poesy wisdom blend The chess game war that end Is a result of being outdone By strategic attacks that begun Five moves ahead of the residum