Inspired by my chess-playing friend, Grimble.

Sixty-four Squares

I am the lowly pawn.
I only move one square,
Except at the beginning,
When twice as fast, I tear.

I am the mighty rook.
Straight lines both far and near,
Or castling with my King,
If the space between is clear.

I'm the Knight, knight, knight.
The horse without a rump.
Over your pieces, pieces, pieces,
My funny move may jump.

I am the stately Bishop.
With me be feared to tangle,
As I sneak up to your side,
By moving at an angle.

I am the lovely queen.
The mistress of the game.
Straight lines or diagonal,
To me they're just the same.

I'm the King that they protect,
But I'm weak, it must be said.
A check puts me in danger,
And a mate will kill me dead.

The enemy are lined up.
Across a board we face.
To death or to salvation,
Our forces bravely race.

Even matched we wait.
In silent rows we stand.
Victory relying on
Our general's mind and hand.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 379 AF.