“It’s a trap!” The king had yelled from across the checkered field.
And as he watched his bishops fall, he begged the knight to yield.

“Tarry **!” The knight cried out as he fell the opposing rook.
He sheathed his blade and pierced its shoulder with a sterling silver hook.

He looked upon the queen a yonder and mounted his mighty steed.
“I’m bringing you your rook you ***** so that you may watch him bleed!”

A pawn rushed forth upon the field to try and sway the knight.
Though she was cut upon the throat, ‘‘twas not her day to fight.

Another rook from behind the knight stepped forth to guard the row.
He looked upon the king at last and dared his weakened foe.

Knights, bishops, pawns, and rooks waltzed amongst the dead.
Each one had made a solemn vow to bring back a royal head.

And when the dust had settled upon the blood soaked ground.
The knight had forked the queen and king and uttered not a sound.

The queen looked on in horror as her king just lowered his head.
And before the king could say a prayer his queen would fall down dead.

There was no point in going on for further loss of life.
The king dropped down to his knee to end this day of strife.