I
The King and Queen do beset the game;
While armies of pawns guard the domain.
The Castle, the keep, his powers untold;
He guards and protects, with merciless cold.
Bishops their church, sanctuaries to reign,
Religiously bless death's heroes, their fame.
Knights who move freely above and beyond,
Atop horses a-plenty slaying the pawn.
II
Large valleys of fields, farms, and shires;
Provide for the battlefields endless desires.
Lands pool with blood as each man is slain,
Though slaughter ensues, thrones are retained.
The Queen rests beside the kingdom on high,
With capture, with plunder, their kingdom shall die.
For the pawn army surges in hopes of reprise,
The queen holds the key to the power on high.
III
One King takes a chance in hopes of advance
Draws sinless romance, in this deathly dance.
Few battles ensue, where kingdoms remain;
For falls with last knight, the king, the domain.
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