The enemy lines up in formation as my men accept elimination In this battle I see the foe across the squares and here we go I send the pawns first to quench the hostile thirst they move and quickly fall against the bishops slanted call In formation the knights take flight into the dark of the queens ryche rooks take their straight ambition and the king observes every position Beware of the queens awful stare approach her if you dare she lurks and creeps in many ways and you are in her spiteful gaze Now it comes down to the closing hour the queens remain and all their power the final move that ends her sting and corners the fateful losing King
