The Pawn King

Sixty-four squares define this land,
Pieces ruled by divine hands,
Black and white, Prepare to fight.

On chequered square, White's opening snare,
The Queen's Gambit, a ruthless entice,
A white pawn sacrifice,
Without care, the divine hand,
Pawns in chequered no-mans land.

Diagonals black-white tense,
Spared by black Orhodox Defense.

The Queen's Gambit's Declined,
A better way you can find,
Black pawn to E6, a backup trick,
Still avoiding conflict yet.

White knight to C3, hurried attack,
Like wild horses run in fear,
A panicked move, but intention clear,
Defending still, black knight mirrors,
Calming again the chequered squares.

Religion now has a thought,
A lone crusade, white bishop attack,
And now religious colours clash,
Diplomatic again, black bishop reflects.

Now more tentative, white pawn to E3,
But this one's special, that pawn is me.
I'm middle back, I'm no hassle,
But in my blind-sight, the black King castles.
A move to seek, greater peace.

And now I think I understand.
It is us who attack their lands,
But who are the divine hands?
I look up above, a white middle pawn,
And I find it's just one man.