A Chess Poem (White Wins)

The Kings eyes move now from his Queen
To the grounds ahead, deathly serene.
Far ahead darks' swords do rattle,
Today will be a bloody battle

"Charge my friends, take e4!"
and so pawns march, to die once more.
Swiftly comes black's grim response
"Quick you fools!, e5 at once!!"

Cavalry race forwards from their ranks
and stop dark knights taking the flanks
Black bishops dance and grin with mirth
as they summon demons to scorch the earth

White bishops call their gods of wonder
The skies now boom with flash and thunder
The queen rides forth with all her powers
The king takes refuge in his towers

All his forces in position
He contemplates his next decision
Black minions charge, e4's overrun
Swords start clashing, war has begun!

With pawns bogged down, white calls it's brave
to trick the blacks into an early grave
But these feints are met with ghastly cunning,
Once fearless knights are now seen running

More gambits dodged and ploys repelled
a drawn out slog will not be quelled.
The way ahead to black's dark hold
is closed by an evil that does not fold.

But the king now rides to join the fighting,
Whites' spirits are bolstered by this sighting.
And as black troops feel the war going sour
they join their master to skulk and cower.

Both sides numbers a fraction of the all
It won't be long till one should fall.
But white the stronger they assault blacks' lair
That they win or lose shall will be decided there.

One final scheme is left to a pawn
To the end of the world his feet are blown.
And as reward for white, the queen given back
is a final nail in the coffin for black