Winning the Game
The king, in a game of chess, preys on the pawns.
So they become distressed, when they discover its cons.
The pawn is then hidden, in the shade of a rook,
yet is slaughtered by the king, and overcome it is took.
Then the pawn may hide, under a bishop, who gives it care.
Only to discover, that the bishop was never there.
A knight may strike, in a cliché “L”,
and bring down the king, with the whimsy of a bell.
Then the pawn may run. Across the board it would fly!
It turns to its subjects a queen, and then, begins to cry.
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