The queen dies, the army doesn’t lower
The king dies, it’s over.
He sits in the topmost tower
Upon him, breaths of countless saviors shower
‘cause he is at higher power, more adored
Doesn’t mean easier life the queen can afford.
The king doesn’t see her tears
For winning is all he cares.
She walked through the enemy territory, so graceful
Fought for the king, yet so beautiful.
Let’s give her some credit
For buying the king his heartbeat.
But it’s of no use now, she is cold and pale
Her flawless face covered in a veil.
Put your heart in the play
And one loses all, too frail.
After the war, it will never be the same
Having faith is an action called lame
You can curse your stars, just to blame
Once the fire is set off, you are the flame.
This is what I have learned from a chess game!