The Silent Strategist

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.