The board was my battlefield, oh, the glory in sight,
I marched to the table, my spirit alight.
The crowd held its breath, the pieces did gleam,
I was a warrior, a legend, a dream.

Then he moved his pawn with a casual flick,
A dastardly villain, his tactics too slick.
I countered with grace, my bishop in stride,
But he smirked—oh, the smirk!—and my courage died.

My rook stood trembling, my knight took a fall,
“Stay strong!” I whispered. “For the queen! For us...