As night faded and dawn arose,
the armies prepared themselves, armed and ready,
Both the armies to each other were foes,
the situation was about to get very messy and ******.
The warcry echoed, loud and clear,
It was time to fight, time to put aside every fear.
And as soldiers marched into the battlefield,
the mounted knights followed the ranks with lance and shield.
The armies faced each other, then there was a silence with a pause,
as men readied themselves to end their lives,
To fight the battle, win for a cause,
and how they were to make widows of wives.
"Attack!" came the royal command,
followed by the clash of cold metal against metal,
as hot blood flowed onto the land,
as many heroes valiantly fell.
The Bishops too, were busy, healing the wounded,
And for the dead many a tear was shed.
The Kings gazed at the fight,
unmoved by the violence, the soldiers sad plight!
The gruesome battle went on for ages,
the dead thrown in trenches, the prisoners in cages.
By and by one king did see,
that his army was defeated, all was lost,
and as he, in defeat, tried to flee,
He was surrounded by foes, his face aghast.
It was then that the players declared," Checkmate!"
thus was decided the king's fate.
The defeated king will get his troops back eventually,
so that another battle can be fought, similarly.
So, this is how chess is played,
Isn't it a brutal and fancy masquerade?...