My opponent is well studied
I have studied him well
What I know or don't know
To him I won't tell
And so it begins
The breaking of mind
The unprotected square
Is what I must find
He makes his first move
I make mine in black
A diabolical manipulation
Of an unplanned attack
One turn and then another
He continues to press
Plotting and plodding
Against my randomness
Pinning and taking
Attack and resist
In this contest
There is no gist
Each move I wait
For an opportunity he'll miss
And a chance to move in
For the ultimate bliss
Check
Check
Checkmate!
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Marcus, Enjoyed your poem, it is one to which all chess players can relate. I rate a 10.