Tragic Tale of a Chess Piece

Title: Tragic Tale of a Chess Piece - The Clown Like Pawn

Genre: Tragedy

Poem:

Once, it was light that illuminated my world,

Then, it was darkness that shrouded the board.

Life, they say, is a game of Chess,

Where the world is the board, which is always in mess.

I, a pawn, the lowest of low.

May I be in the dark or in the light.

Yet I, a pawn, can rise from below,

To be a knight with an overflowing might.

I am a knight with an incomparable strength,

To protect the King is what I am meant,

Yet, I know that with my skill,

The King is someone I can kill.

For a single step, sacrifices are required,

In a single mistake, several deaths are acquired.

Yet the battle of ruling will always be unceasing,

If the King's heart continues on beating.

I am the King, my death means everything,

Yet when I was a Pawn, my end means nothing

From a Pawn, to a Knight, to the mighty King,

From a trash, I truly turned into a useful thing.

But as my value continues to ascent,

The treat to my life continues to ascend.

When I was a knight, I thought death, I would bend,

Yet even now, as a King, I know death, I couldn't mend

Since the beginning of my life,

My dream was for my side to win.

Yet now, I have learned of a lie,

A lie of me being an authentic King.

I have learned that I have lost,

Lost since I wore the crown of King.

Now, I learned why I have last,

Last without dying for I am not a King.

For a Pawn can become a Knight,

For a Pawn can even be the Queen,

But a Pawn, even with tremendous might,

Can never be a Sovereign.

Like a Clown,

I've been played.

'Twas a fool,

I've been made.