Here I sit across the way
The lines of men will wait
They cannot move and so they stay
Useless in this state

Contrasting squares of white and black
The marble stained with gore
They cannot push the forces back
Across the checkered floor

These men I see, they stand so tall
And ready, now they'll start
In truth, they almost all will fall
But none will lose their heart

The king, he lifts his sword to fight
His chalice fills with blood
He takes the hits with all his might
A dam to stop the flood

The queen stands tall beside her king
Her power fueled by rage
She won't accept nor stand the thing:
Her double, center stage

King's knights, the twins, evoke attack
Both dance here and there
They add their kills to the traitor stack
Beside the castle's stair

A pawn moves forth to gain a crown
The act causes alarm
A traitor bishop cuts him down
But slices hip to arm

A cannon aims from castle strong
To shoot the bishop dead
Its accuracy, never wrong
Removes the bishop's head

A sudden change in fortune finds
Our king in dire need
The queen steps forth and closes blinds
And embraces arrows speed

The king cries out, the terror real
His double enters fast
King sees the knife, but cannot feel
His reign now of the past

The new king stands upon the throne
And lifts his trophy high
His thirst for war has largely grown:
All other kings must die