Chess

Chess

They stood, two rows on two rows,

Prepared to fight.

Their minds burned and their hearts froze—

The black, the white.

Steadfast stood they, without a thought

Of turning back;

It was honor, steeped in blood, they sought—

The white, the black

They felt the noble purity

Of divine right.

For both, success--a surety,

The black, the white.

No time remains to hear their story—

Who's keeping track?

The ending's either death or glory—

White attacks!