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!
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