⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‎ “You make me happy when the skies are gray.”

The dreaded scholars mate.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The board is set and waiting, a striking black and white.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The pieces are all ready, waiting for the fight.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The small but noble pawn, inhabit the front line.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The tall majestic queen, so powerful and divine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The rooks stand in the corners waiting for their day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The horses are right beside them, looking forward to the fray.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And finally white begins the game, with pawn to e4 square.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Black advances with the same, as that is only fair.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀White formulates a deadly plan, decisive and thought out,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That if played out correctly, the opponent it will route.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Black is still oblivious as white plays queen f3,

⠀⠀⠀And even when the bishops out, white’s plan he still can’t see.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He makes his last deciding play with knight to b7.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Little does the dark side know he’ll soon be in chess heaven.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His opponent is elated, poor black has sealed his fate,

⠀⠀⠀⠀And with a shout of triumph, white plays the scholars mate.

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