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 sand, While the pieces stand, a silent, strategic band. Her dress flows like the tides, a vision pure, A symbol of grace in a world of allure. The chessboard stretches wide, a metaphor vast, Each square a choice, each piece a soul cast. The cliffs loom large, a guardian of the shore, A reminder of the battles we endure. The queen, a beacon of strength and wit, Guides the game with a heart that's not yet split. In this surreal tableau, we see ourselves, Strategists in the dance of life's own shelves. The queen's journey is ours, a tale untold, A reminder that we are both bold and bold. For in the game of life, as in chess, we play, Each move a choice, each path a different way. The queen, a symbol of our inner might, A guide through the labyrinth of day and night.