The pawn goes first,
He sets the example,
Or is it that he will be made example of?
He knows not whether his return is promised,
Or is the end of the line in the middle of battle.
The knight stomps forth,
His presence ever known,
A thunder of metal hoofs and plate armor.
He welcomes his foe in battle for a challenge,
While others fear and cower he stands unshaken.
The rook holds ground,
He guards without rest,
Or maybe his oath tolerates no rest?
His hammer is ready and trained to strike,
Like a fortress he defends like one he protects.
The priest stays back,
While all goes to war,
He made himself like a symbol of providence.
Who but he can bestow holy fervor and speech,
And he alone can smite by his spoken words.
The queen looks on,
She sees every move,
Or she watched by eyes of another like her?
She exchanges the freedom of dying pawns,
In return for a victory of one bloody war.
The king commands,
Lord of the battlefield,
His pride is in the sword and the crown.
Will he return home tonight no one knows,
But what joy it will bring if he does return.
- Larry Yap
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