Bishop - Dashing Tangentally, Across the chequered floor, Cries "The King is Dead!" For his Castles are destroyed, His Knights in disarray, The Footsoldiers - mere Pawns Stood their ground to no avail Defensive wall breeched Sacrifice opening the way For sundering blow Even his Queen has left And he stands alone Alone to accept that This is finally Checkmate
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You’re a man of many talents, Martin. Yes!
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Thanks Debra😎👍 Sometimes I need a trigger – I was approached by a Serbian friend, Vasilije, who asked if I knew of any poems about Chess as he was entering a photo competition and was looking for inspiration… So I wrote him one🤣
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