Hail to thee
  Thy restless
    Queen
       Shant let
Her subjects
      Down
For these things
    She has seen
   She bare
      Thy heavy
    Crown

In our black
& white battle
  A pawn
Took her rook
   As she leapt
Into saddle
Sworn to behead
   All pawns & crooks

She rules by her rules
  As she captures the knight
        Jesters and fools
   Shant distract her tonight

For thy queen
   Shant find sleep
In this kingdom
    Of hate
  Her word
     She shall keep
She will have her
  Check Mate