I am the King
You are My Queen
Before us there our slaves
At our sides the princes and bishops
The towering castles shelter us all
We all then cry for the denied freedom
Ah... that is my kingdom's Thirst
If the enemies wanted tO invade the temple
Worry not at all my beautiful queen
Honest slaves will offer their blood for us
Brave knights will capture them all
Holy bishops will bless us to eternity
And the strong castles remain stand
If something went wrong
And all my people were gone
And the castles broke down
Sorry my only queen
The battle is all yours to gain
For a kingdom is not a kingdom
Until it has a king
If the foes cut your breath my queen
I guess I'll see you on the other square end
But remember this before you leave
LOVE is not LOVE until it hurts
And hear me this saying: "I LOVE YOU until the END!"
But if victory is in you hand
Honor not me your King
But the kingdom you are in
For I only lift you up into heaven.
Written by: ALDWIN V. PEREZ, PHILIPPINES
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Originally posted by aldwinvperezInteresting. I never thought of it that way.
I am the King
You are My Queen
Before us there our slaves
At our sides the princes and bishops
The towering castles shelter us all
We all then cry for the denied freedom
Ah... that is my kingdom's Thirst
If the enemies wanted tO invade the temple
Worry not at all my beautiful queen
Honest slaves will offer their blood for us
Brave knights wi en.
Written by: ALDWIN V. PEREZ, PHILIPPINES
(contact# +63-923-4837127)
I'd like to show this poem to a chess history buff whose tag here is pofish.
What might be a poetic significance of the pawn being able to gain a new queen on the last square of the opposing kingdom, I wonder?
Originally posted by jaywillGladly I exchange my life, lowly pawn
What might be a poetic significance of the pawn being able to gain a new queen on the last square of the opposing kingdom, I wonder?
that I have been, for my beloved queen
who had fallen far too young in the game,
far too young, and slain by a wicked knave
hidden in the battle-thicket—unseen
by my lady or her king—his sword drawn
to strike her down from ambush. O the shame!
And I a pawn with but a wooden stave
could not move so quick to save her, to lay
me down my life gladly for one so fair.
But, as the mightier have died, I stay
my steady course toward the final square,
where I yet will yield my life in her stead
and, by dying, raise my queen from the dead.
And here comes I, another pawn from hell
arriving at last at the final square,
also to sacrifice my life, "for queen and country"
let the trumpets blare!
my queen arises! once more from the dead.
whats this? two queens? how can this be?
two souls from one? or am i being deceived?
or has perhaps some jester performed a conjuring trick?
was hidden there another queen
in the pieces box?
or are perhaps we looking
at some strange time paradox?
Originally posted by twhiteheadWonderful!
And here comes I, another pawn from hell
arriving at last at the final square,
also to sacrifice my life, "for queen and country"
let the trumpets blare!
my queen arises! once more from the dead.
whats this? two queens? how can this be?
two souls from one? or am i being deceived?
or has perhaps some jester performed a conjuring trick?
was hidd ...[text shortened]... re another queen
in the pieces box?
or are perhaps we looking
at some strange time paradox?
...and in the pieces box, while still unseen,
is she alive or dead, Schrödinger’s queen?
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Keep up the spirit of chess!!!!
The Kings eyes move now from his Queen
To the fields in front, deathly serene.
Far ahead darks swords do rattle
Today will be a bloody battle
"Go my friends, take e4!"
and so pawns march, to die once more.
Swiftly comes black's grim response
"Quick you fools!, e5 at once!!"
Cavalry race forwards from their ranks
and stop dark knights from taking the flanks
Black bishops dance and grin with mirth
as they summon demons to scorch the earth
White bishops call their gods of wonder
The skies now boom with flash and thunder
The queen rides forth with all her powers
The king takes refuge in his towers
All his forces in position
He contemplates his next decision
Black minions charge, e4's overrun
Swords start clashing, war has begun!
As fighting is waged across his lands
The king has yet to dirty his hands
and when chaos dies he grabs his arrows
Black's dark master will see the gallows.
A gruesome death black does deserve
The king calls up his last reserve
This pair of pawns, two loyal friends
will march off blindly to their ends
Black's master directs his ashen horses
They are all that remain of his evil forces
But they cannot prevent white's pawn suicide
and it is reborn as a queen, the reaper lied!