The pale left controls each fate
As the murky right creeps along the opposite side.
The plan is this: Move all pieces forward.
Six different path to cross space
And eliminate the enemy.

Will it be the rookie, charging in with no regard for consequence?
Perhaps the dark night will mount an assault;
The three step attack tramples targets.
What of the Bishop, the Man of Light?
It is his soul duty to shine in this world of darkness.
The Queen is the puppeteer in this game;
Her corrupted strings control all, even the King Himself
With almost no limits, she is a dangerous weapon.

There is no game without the King;
The figurehead determining who falls and who triumphs,
The arrogant fool who believes all are but pawns under him
Which do you choose,
Left or Right?