On squares of black and white, a silent war,
The chessboard set, where kings explore.
Pawns advance with purpose in their stride,
A calculated dance, strategy as guide.
Bishops diagonal, knights in swift ballet,
The queen's command in a regal display.
Rooks stand sentinel, steadfast and true,
In this game of intellect, a masterpiece in view.
The king, a monarch, in the midst he stands,
Guarded by the pieces at his command.
Checkmate lingers in the moves ahead,
A cerebral contest where strategy is bred.
A sonnet sung on the chessboard's plane,
In each move, a tale of triumph or wane.
