Each square is a slide towards the peril,
Each move becomes a series of doubt.
The pawn will creep, step by step.
Each time forward, the opposite flout.
Turn by turn a pawn shall fall,
As they strive forward to the end.
Closer and closer, the pawn shall march.
Those infront must now defend.
Now the last pawn is all alone.
A knight closing in, a rook to the side,
A bishop on the diagonal,
And the Queen just behind.
But there's one step to the end,
And it's the last pawn's turn...
