Hail to thee, thy restless Queen
Shan't 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
So she lept to her saddle
To behead pawns & crooks
She rules by her rules
As she captures his knights
Jesters and fools
Cant distract her this tonight
For thy queen
Shan't find sleep
In this kingdom of hate
Her word
She shall keep
She will have her Check Mate