Chess: The Game of Life.

Pawns pay the price for plague,

While the king rules with a frozen soul,

And the good queen’s stance seems quite droll,

The bishop prays for his god, a vague

Violent creature in drunken swagger,

The knight defends his land and honor,

Fleshly wounds, he seeks his valor,

And holds his tongue after bitter lager,

The rook you knew would take the bait,

He lacked the function to keep life straight,

He must accept his pitiful fate,

At last the wonder-- --checkmate.