Haha, I don't understand half of the posts on this thread, but the color is amusing!
Anyway, I'd like to contribute to the "Lord Byron" part of this thread...
Sir William Jones canonized the classical deity Caissa in his eponymous poem "Caissa," which began with the following verses:
Of armies on the chequer'd field array'd,
And guiltless war in pleasing form display'd;
When two bold kings contend with vain alarms,
In ivory this, and that in ebon arms...
Read it in full, if you have an hour of spare time, but if you don't, indulge me in my humble contribution...
Were Teak a Capulet of royal hue,
and Oak a prince of Montague,
they’d write a play of twisted fate
as twisted as the fabled two.
For in a kingdom of dark and light,
on opposed squares their armies fight,
and yet, unlike their troops who hate,
Kings of one the other Queens pursue!
Oh strange affinity! Oh strange desire
whose woeful target is your enemy’s sire!
Learned these two in the story of olde
how a tryst so lewd must end so cold.
In this story too the end is forced, if late,
by vicious check! Then, checkmate!
-Brandon J. Owens
=P Apparently, anyone can write chess poems, let's see yours!
Love is a board game? or bad game? or bed game, too?..
And Chess ? What Is chess for? For Fight, on the bad board bed?