poem

I had a go at writing a chess poem

A gulf between us, a table and board,
A space to think, a game to win or lose.
Mute Soldiers of wood working in accord,
Openings a plenty, which one to choose?

The humble pawn, a self sacrificing end,
A valiant knight that leaps and swerves,
Rooks that tower to attack and defend,
Benevolent bishops with ice cold nerves.

Imperious queens with licence to kill,
A noble king to protect and defend,
Openings and strategies exert our will,
A labyrinth of paths to weave and wend.

Hearts beats faster with triumph in sight,
A foe gives nothing away, thoughts unheard,
Gambits and forks a struggle and fight,
At last, checkmate is the cruellest word.

Awesome.
Well done.

@Patzering

Thank you, at least I managed to get it to rhyme. Someone is bound to write a better one.

@brush said
I had a go at writing a chess poem

A gulf between us, a table and board,
A space to think, a game to win or lose.
Mute Soldiers of wood working in accord,
Openings a plenty, which one to choose?

The humble pawn, a self sacrificing end,
A valiant knight that leaps and swerves,
Rooks that tower to attack and defend,
Benevolent bishops with ice cold nerves.

Imperio ...[text shortened]... houghts unheard,
Gambits and forks a struggle and fight,
At last, checkmate is the cruellest word.

Very well done!

@mchill
Thank you, I have improved it a little, maybe someone else can do a better one.

Chess W

A gulf between us, a table and board,
A space to think, a game to win or lose.
Mute Soldiers of wood working in accord,
Openings a plenty, which one to choose?

The humble pawn, a self sacrificing end,
A valiant knight that leaps and swerves,
Rooks that tower to attack and defend,
Benevolent bishops with ice cold nerves.

Imperious queens with licence to kill,
A noble king to defend and protect,
Openings and strategies exert our will,
A labyrinth of paths, which to select?

Hearts beats faster with triumph in sight,
An enemy with devious plans prepared,
Gambits and forks a struggle and fight,
At last, checkmate is the cruelest word.

@mister-moggy

Good, kind of haiku?

@brush
My only critique would be the line 'to win or lose' I would lose the 'to'. It flows better without it.