The Eternal Game

On a board of black and white they stand,

Two forces, locked in timeless hand,

Good and evil, night and day,

In a silent, strategic ballet.

The white pieces gleam with noble light,

Guided by a cause that's right,

Kings and queens in regal state,

Their moves precise, their aim is straight.

Opposing them in shadowed hue,

The dark pieces plan and pursue,

With cunning, guile, and ruthless might,

They weave their tactics through the night.

The pawns advance with cautious grace,

Their every step a fateful chase,

Knights leap boldly, bishops slide,

Rooks march forward, side by side.

The queen, with power broad and deep,

Commands the board, her secrets keep,

The king, though slow, holds steady sway,

The game depends on his array.

Each move a battle, each capture a cry,

Of triumph sweet or bitter sigh,

Good strives to shield, to guard, to save,

Evil seeks to trap, to enslave.

In this duel of minds, of hearts, of souls,

The pieces play their destined roles,

No clear victor, no final stand,

Just endless play by unseen hand.

For good and evil, though they clash,

Are bound in fate, their edges gnash,

In the game of life, they both must play,

A ceaseless war, both night and day.

So on this checkered board of fate,

They meet and part, then recreate,

In the quiet hum of battle's din,

Good and evil strive, within, within.