My Poetry

Here's a poem that I have come up with.

Two armies face each other from across a field.

Neither side has any plans to stand aside and yield.

The infantry stand at the front, in a line, ready to advance.

Behind them stand the horsemen, each with a sword, or maybe a lance.

The bishops also stand behind the infantry, meditating

On how the battle will progress in silence, patiently waiting.

The king, oh yes the king, the leader of the men

Stands at the center of it all, waiting for the fight to begin.

The queen stands beside her spouse, ruling by his side

Ready to do whatever it takes to keep the man alive.

Of course you have the towers, sturdy, though small in size.

Poised to shield their king from harm, should the need ever arise.

This is kind of what war sounds like, but ah, I digress.

Seems like a rather accurate way to describe the game of chess!

A great source of joy is your rhyming,

A combo of language and timing.

The content is true, and you can construe,

The game of chess, all bells a-chiming.