Eternal Chess: The Dance of Power
Reflection
On the chessboard, where strategy unfolds,
A silent war of minds, a dance of souls.
The pieces stand, their forms both fierce and grand,
Each a symbol, each a tale to command.
Bronze and silver gleam, a timeless glow,
Reflecting the battles fought long ago.
The king and queen, the pawns, the knights, and more,
Each piece a story, each move a lore.
The board is black and white, a stark divide,
Where light and shadow intertwine and collide.
The game unfolds, a metaphor for life,
Where every choice can bring both strife and strife.
The pieces move, their paths both known and free,
A dance of strategy, a dance of thee.
For in this game, as in life's grand design,
We are the players, and we are the sign.
The chessboard waits, its secrets yet untold,
A mirror of the mind, a map of gold.
So take your turn, and let your heart decide,
For in this game, the soul is ever tried.