I will not bow
I refuse to worship
This is my life, and mine alone

You are not my King,
You do not dictate my life
With this gift I will do good, not hand it to a parasite

You are no King
A King does not rule with cruelty and malice
A King serves his subjects as they serve him

No crown has power over me
You can have all the gold on your head
And still you wouldn't be able to touch me

I am a warrior of justice
I follow no one
Kneel for none

I hold this fire inside my heart
And with this burning passion
I'll set the world aflame
Purge the land from parasites

You are not my King
You are not even a King at all
I do not bow for you
I do not pity your fall
But I'll set fire to your grave
Once the crown falls to the ground

She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.

She sets the chess board up
Moves her Queen
Guards her King

I move my weak pawns
Sacrifice is what's needed
In a strategy that works

She holds nothing back
Conquers all with her Queen
Cares little about her pawns

I lose my Knights and Bishops
Even lose my Queen and Rook
But at the other end do my pawns go

She shouts Checkmate!
Thinks she has won
Doesn't realize that in the end, she's abandoned her King

I look into her eyes and say,
"Yes. Checkmate"
Point to my weak little lawns which now are ghosts from the past

On her end, the end which my pawns have reached
Lie Knights and Rooks,
Bishops and Queens
All surrounding the King she forgot

She sees her folly
In war rage and glee of victory did she forget her duty
With a heavy disappointed sigh,
She knocks down her forgotten King