Unison and flight lie hidden in problem chess
Beat and dance both. So plant the chequered field
And marvel at the chiaroscuro yield
With seven men white, three black, not more, not less.
The ebon queen by cavalry beset
And interlocking pawns in amber taut
Await the outcome floating in time caught
By clashing weapons, lord and slave, in debt.
Watch how the starburst queen with power ablaze
Buzzes the solver's mind into a daze
To tease, to lure him away into dark.
But then this flitting nymph flies to the rescue
Clad in the lacquered garb of magic clerk
And barely hovers, pointing with her fescue.