Pawn
O haughty king, atop this stately ground,
Your army waits to hear your battle cry.
Your rooks and fearless queen with might astound
As knights dare tread where bishops fight and die.
The battle rages on as lines advance;
I hear the snorts of horses close to me.
The end seems nigh despite my bravest stance,
While you, behind your queen, begin to flee.
But there, where you take rest, my pawn has reached
And thrust his silver lance aside your queen.
You howl and see your rampart has been breached;
My pawn 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.