Chess
Upon the board where battles rage unseen,
Where silent warriors stand in stone serene,
The king, with brow of wisdom worn and wise,
Gazes forth with piercing, watchful eyes.
The queen, her grace in marble cold yet bright,
Her gaze afar on realms of endless night.
With hands that hold the fate of lands so wide,
She stands in strength, with power as her guide.
The knight, his steed unseen but felt in might,
His visage stern, his spirit fierce and right.
With sword unshown but valor clear to see,
He waits for war's call, bold and free.
The lion, guardian fierce with mane of stone,
His roar unheard yet echoes all alone.
With eyes that gleam like embers in the dark,
He stands as sentinel, a silent mark.
Oh, figures carved in moments still and grand,
In shadows cast by time's unyielding hand.
Yet in your forms, the echoes of old wars,
The tales of kings, and battles fought before.