Week 3: Chess Poem (The Pawn)

Here is the poem for week 3. I hope you like it.

Week3: The Pawn

I can see the chessboard

All of us are on the monochrome

The Kings and Pawns are facing forward.

Time to see through beyond the things shown.

The First Move begins and the Pawn attacks.

Red spills across the white and black tiles.

One is victorious while the other sees black.

The other pieces lust for blood and go wild.

The board becomes a slaughter between sides

Great minds do not think alike; they anticipate

and anticipate White did; and turned the tides

Black watches as their chess pieces dissipate

It is my turn to go into battle as the Pawn of Black

Many pieces are dead as I walk across the panels

With a swing of my obsidian sword, I hear a crack

I observed to see a piece that died by my steel handle.

The King flees into its castle, behind the Rook

We charge forth, storming the fortress.

A scream of agony, another life I took

and I take away the head of his mistress.

The White King's time has come at Dawn

His own future is looking very bleak

Because I am the Strong

And they are the Weak.

(Thanks for reading. I very much appreciate it.✨🎉)