He walks the board with a quiet strut

Eyes like ice no ifs or buts

Calculations stacked like a tower tall

No hesitation he sees it all

The Iceberg rules where the pieces fall

Cold and crisp above it all

Strategy sharp with a frozen flame

He plays the world like it's a game

Since school he held the chessboard's throne

A king of logic flesh and bone

No cheer no tears just a steady hand

The moves were his to command

Knights bow down pawns march straight

The Iceberg decides everyone's fate

Checkmate's near the clock does chime

Winning's an art not a crime

The Iceberg rules where the pieces fall

Cold and crisp above it all

Strategy sharp with a frozen flame

He plays the world like it's a game

No applause can crack his stare

The champion stands beyond compare

Every rule he bent or broke

An avalanche with every stroke