The Silent Strategist
Reflection
In the realm of the chessboard, where shadows play,
A figure stands, a vision in white array,
Her hair, a crown of silver, windswept and free,
As she surveys the landscape, wild and carefree.
The pieces stand, like sentinels of old,
Guarding the path, where strategy unfold,
The sea, a vast expanse, a backdrop grand,
For the game of life, where she takes her stand.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of power, of courage, of a heart that's bold,
The wind, a whisper, in her ear does say,
'The game is not just won, but played each day.'
In this moment, she is the master of her fate,
A queen, a warrior, in a world of intricate state,
The chessboard, a metaphor, for life's grand design,
Where every move, a decision, a path divine.