The misunderstood deamon
Glorified through deadly fear
Judged too soon as
Fallen Angel
Pawns shudder
Deny him his name
His cloaked form
And glittering scythe
Eternally burdened- a fate
Worse than death
Forced to spend his time
A-scheming
Immortality confines him
To his frozen cell
The question burns
Our tongues and ears and eyes
Will he conquer this epic war
This deadly game
Of Chess