Frozen Strategy

In the stillness of anticipation, the chessboard lies bare, A stage set for the battle yet to come, a tale to share. The pieces stand, frozen in time and space, Each one a warrior, with a designated place. The pawns, the knights, the bishops, and the queen, Each with their own story, their own dream. The king, the central figure, the one to be saved, The others, mere sacrifices, or so they've been engraved. The board, a checkered landscape, a battlefield of old, Where strategies unfold, and stories are told. The players wait, their moves yet to be made, As the tension builds, the suspense is displayed. In this moment, the game is yet to begin, The outcome uncertain, the path unclear within. But as the pieces stand, in their designated place, They hold the promise, of a story to be told, of a game to be played.