Let us play a game of chess
I’ll be the royal dame
and you shall be the loser.
Oh, my defeat-ridden liege,
Your bishop’s so painfully tiresome
With his strings of diagonal sermons
and my elegant knight only dances
in a very particular way.
Time is ticking and passing
by us so quickly;
like a little soldier with nothing
on its way of becoming a woman.
Quickly, quickly,
promise me something.
Anything, really.
Fire at least this tiny small cannon
before the game comes to an end.
I win, I always will win,
I win a blade so dull and rusty;
it keeps almost cutting my head.
My prizes always taste of iron;
I think I do not like chess anymore.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
Let us play a game of chess
I’ll be the royal dame
and you shall be the loser.
Oh, my defeat-ridden liege,
Your bishop’s so painfully tiresome
With his strings of diagonal sermons
and my elegant knight only dances
in a very particular way.
Time is ticking and passing
by us so quickly;
like a little soldier with nothing
on its way of becoming a woman.
Quickly, quickly,
promise me something.
Anything, really.
Fire at least this tiny small cannon
before the game comes to an end.
I win, I always will win,
I win a blade so dull and rusty;
it keeps almost cutting my head.
My prizes always taste of iron;
I think I do not like chess anymore.
