Sixty four squares;
with black white crosses;
like a battleground,
White moves the first.
The letter loving knights,
and diagonal moving bishops,
Powerful Rook who move freely,
And queen is there for king.
The pawns who castle the warriors,
And the square is full of warriors.
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Chess; the battleground
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