Ethereal Chess

On the chessboard of life, where moves are made, A queen stands poised, her gaze both bold and true. The ocean whispers secrets to the shore, While shadows dance upon the checkered floor. Her gown flows like the tides, a silent grace, A symphony of white against the space. The chess pieces stand in solemn rows, Each one a choice, a path that grows. The cliffs rise high, a sentinel of time, Guarding the secrets of the queen's sublime. The light is soft, yet sharp, a paradox, A dance of shadows on the chessboard's box. She is the strategist, the thinker deep, In every move, her soul does leap. The ocean mirrors her, a boundless sea, A canvas vast where dreams can be. Oh, viewer, see yourself in her embrace, A queen of thought, a queen of space. For in her eyes, you'll find your own, A journey's start, a path unknown.