Across the lands we stand both dark and light. At our backs royalty, clergymen, horses, and walls. Our only hope, to make it across the might expanse and become one of them. My round head and flat foot quiver in anticipation. We fear not death, but falling. What are we?
Pawns stand across a chessboard, black and white. At their backs are kings, queens, bishops, knights, and castles. If a pawn makes it to the other side they can become one of those pieces. Pawns have a round head and a flat foot. When they are taken they fall over. We are Pawns.