White King And Black (Chess)

Beating heart ... heart pounding ...
When the day arrives ... and the enemy was threaten ...
Calm my heart ... dilute my brain ...

Beating heart ... heart pounding ...

When the day arrives ... and the enemy was threaten ...

Calm my heart ... dilute my brain ...

And my prayers were prayed ...
In order while struggling ... victory ...
Seconds ... minutes ... and the clock was running ...
Waiting game ... risked the honor ...
Seconds ... minutes ... and the clock was running ...
The first game ... The second ... and the third can finish my ...
Until well as myself to the top of two large ...
The fight went very exciting ... dizzying thoughts ...
Movement and finesse black ... makes me hesitant ...
I am also forced back keep the honor ...
White is very important honor I hold ...
I pushed back again ... Cornered between the tactics of black ...
In the moments that really critical ... I try to fight the black ...
Great sacrifices for the sake of victory and honor ...
But there is a gap between the two options is weak opponent ...
I pray that my opponent took the mines planted ...
Opponent long enough to weigh in between the two options ...
I also continue to pray that the choice of black into a trap ...
Finally, opponents went to the road that I want ...
My turn came and select the option ...
Without thinking, I hit my lunge and the black ...
And collapsed in the corner as I had planned ...
Victory and honor even in the clutch ...


NB: This poem tells the story of a chess tournament