Hail to thee, thy restless Queen
       Shan't let her subjects down
For these things, she has seen
   She bare thy heavy crown

In our black & white battle
  A pawn took her rook
            So she lept to her saddle
To behead pawns & crooks

She rules by her rules
  As she captures his knights
        Jesters and fools
   Cant distract her this tonight

For thy queen
   Shan't find sleep
In this kingdom of hate
  Her word
     She shall keep
She will have her Check Mate