In the realm of dreams, where ivory gleams,
A game takes form, beyond mortal schemes.
The Concerto of White, a symphony grand,
Where shadows dance and destinies land.
Pianos of alabaster, keys pristine,
Resound through the night, a haunting scene.
Each note a whisper, a tale untold,
In this ethereal game, where secrets unfold.
Ivory pieces on a board so pure,
A canvas of silence, an epic allure.
They glide and they shift, in calculated grace,
In the Concerto of White, a mesmerizing chase.
Bishops and rooks in elegant array,
Across the chessboard, they make their way.
Queens with their crowns, knights poised for flight,
In this game of the ages, where strategies alight.
The board is a canvas, each move a stroke,
In this silent concerto, where minds provoke.
The players, like maestros, their strategies blend,
In the Concerto of White, where fates may mend.
Silent as snowfall, precise as the night,
The game marches on, with each player's might.
Elegant gambits and sacrifices made,
In the Concerto of White, where dreams are laid.
A hundred moves, a hundred scenes,
In this ghostly ballet, where the outcome teems.
With every piece, a story's told,
In the Concerto of White, where mysteries unfold.
In the finale, the climax near,
The crescendo builds, the endgame clear.
A checkmate declared, a victor crowned,
In the Concerto of White, where legends are found.
And as the final note drifts away,
In the hush of the night, where shadows sway,
The players bow low, a mutual respect,
For the Concerto of White, where minds intersect.
In the realm of dreams, where ivory gleams,
The game lives on, beyond mortal schemes.
A symphony etched in the tapestry of time,
The Concerto of White, a transcendent rhyme.
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