The invisible hand pushes the Pawn,
But the King is the master of the board,
"Defend your king, your pride, your soil!"
Heated words, the King thus roared!
The valiant Pawn marches on,
His death will not go in vain.
Knight assures from the backline,
"Brave vanguard! Feel no pain!"
The white army and the black,
Arrayed formations break their ranks!
The Pawn is lost and so are his comrades,
The Rooks and Bishops enter the fray,
Massive battle breaks out in the middle,
Who will win? No inkling to say!
Two Knights from both the camps,
Keep on rampaging on every turn,
But the best part is that of the Queens
Who keep on killing just for their fun!
Black on white and white on black,
Turn by turn without any slack,
As numbers keep on dwindling,
And the battle comes to an end,
The white King does stumble,
With no pieces left to defend.
As the two invisible hands,
Shake over the chequered board,
The vanquished and the victorious pieces,
Are left to fate, to be forever ignored...
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