We knights always sleep very tired at night.
With our plight that in which we rarely get delight.
On the chessboard we fight.
For enemy pieces, material and to restrict the kings flight.
We are the light that gives to our opponents fright.
And can in fact spite material losses and on our enemies can cause them to suffer a blight.
The spaces we move in are quite tight.
Often when we don't have proper invite we come on site and take from the enemies house a bite.
Our reputation gains height as we alight out of sight in our enemies weak areas eat the biggest material we come across and then if able to fly back home through a kite.
This is mine:
Sweet promotion
We pawns are tired,
Of looking like a baby.
It’s time to promote,
And show them insanely.
Getting teased everywhere,
Just because of our size.
Now we shall strike,
And get the ultimate prize.
Oh, what sweet promotion,
We’ve turned into queens.
We will still protect the king,
By any necessary means.
Our time as pawns has ended,
No more of a temper.
We’ve become more mature,
It’s time to get elder.