The Game of Chess

On the battlefield,
There are 32 blacks and whites.
The player have to concentrate
With all his sights.

Each colour have honoured king
And queen,
The one to gave the checkmate
first always win.

The pawns appear in number
Of eight,
As they can revive any one,
They are simply great.

The Bishop make it's move
diagonally like a crab,
The players are ready to enjoy
for the victory they'll grab.

When the king gets a check
he has to run,
The players witness the game
With lot of fun.

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