Losing or winning in a
game of chess,
Of course is all
about checkmate of a King.
Presence and smart moves
of the Queen,
Asserts and ensures
the fate of the King.
I cannot let my Queen
go down,
To any adversary
using the crooked Knights,
Hence, I offered her
free mobility,
On all the Files and
the Ranks of my occupancy at will.
To keep her free from
threats of a seizure,
I vested all my firepower
at her disposal,
The straightforward Rooks,
the sharp Bishops,
The sacrificial Pawns
and even the cunning Knights.
I born to succeed as
a habituated winner,
And my win is impractical
without her,
I will be uncrowned,
destitute at her departure,
And nonexistent, no King, nothing without my Queen dear.
That I will not
afford, I will hold her in my respect ever,
We will emerge winners together.
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