Two bishops standing tall and true, A duo on the chessboard, bright and blue. They guard the path on every side, Their presence felt, far and wide. Their power spreads, in a diagonal sweep, A movement swift, so very deep. They map the field with loving care, And lead the army, everywhere. On white and black, their robes they wear, Two sides to choose, a choice so fair. In union, they form a perfect pair, And rival any piece, anywhere. Their strength in numbers, no one can ignore, With strategy and skill, they build their rapport. A synergy born of two brave hearts, A bond that never tears or departs. So heed their call, if you're to win, For in the bishop pair, lies conquest and din. Their moves intricate, their thought so pure, A masterful duo, proud and sure.