Chess

 Chess is a game best played at a slow pace,

Meticulously calculating,

Each

And

Every

Move.

The Queen,

The most powerful in her stance,

Has full autonomy to move as she pleases,

Taking out anyone in her way,

With absolute grace.

Watch her patiently waiting as rooks and knights dance around her,

The Bishop thinks she's sharp,

She acts fast, but often fumbles-

Revealing her next move prematurely.

She focuses on the pawns in here foresight-

Instead of the journey itself.

Her number one weakness-

Unlike the Queen who views the board from above-

A divine sight.

The dance is beautifully dangerous,

Such as life itself-

It requires a still power of the mind,

While flowing with creativity.

It's won simply by thinking ten steps ahead,

But often lost by swift and anxious faults.

So,

The Queen sits in wait, 

Obstacles simply falling to the wayside-

Knowing all will be revealed. 

And all of a sudden,

You're exposed-

Bare and unable to hide behind a thing.

The King - a death wish granted.

Patience is the ultimate key,

Check Mate.