Pawn

O haughty king, you step on stately ground;
Your peerless army sneers while standing by.
Your rooks advance to where my pawns are found,
And both your knights attack where bishops die.
The battle rages on as lines advance;
I hear the snorts of horses close to me.
The end seems near, despite my stalwart stance,
When suddenly, in fear, you start to flee.
My forces reach your fortress yet again;
The battle is intense beside your queen.
Surrounded, you surrender to my men,
For they achieved a blow you had not seen.
Your haughty laugh has ended at his hand;
A lowly pawn defeats you where you stand.

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a truly engaging write! welcome to Cosmo! looking forward to more!.........Jim
Thank you, Jim. I appreciate it.