Either right or wrong,
Board full of white and black.
I set the premise for a battle,
Warriors fight on me to conquer me.
The fight of brains on my sixty-four,
The number is limited, but the combinations endless.
Bag of emotions stem through faces,
Who is to win is to keep calm like stoic.
Pieces fly off the board with tactics
Only to solve my game of beauty.
Tinge of mishap, I ponce with deception,
Leaving a soar of lifetime spection.
Seen ages of war cries in silence,
If only they can express the uproar.
Iam the final boss of intellect,
Beauty of brain lest seen.