The Queen's Gambit

In the realm of strategy and fate, A lone figure stands, an avatar of state, A queen, poised on a chessboard vast, Where mountains meet the sea, and shadows cast. Her dress flows like the wind, a gentle breeze, That stirs the pieces, and the game's ease, The white and black, a dichotomy of choice, A path unwinding, like a serpent's voice. The ocean's roar, a distant, soothing sound, As she contemplates, her next move unbound, The pieces stand, like sentinels of old, Guarding the path, where legends unfold. In this surreal landscape, she reigns supreme, A monarch of the mind, a warrior serene, Her beauty shines, like a beacon bright, Guiding her through, the dark of night. The game unfolds, like a tale of old, Where every move, a story to be told.