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I tale of treason and obsession, told within the framework of...Chess?
I was the white pawn, sitting on the square
Long I had waited, just to grow decrepit there
Only when the rooks were gone, the King returned my stare:
?Mourn for the Queen, my son, I?ll leave you rotting there.?
Treason was the answer, for I had to save my muse
Years I had watched as she endured loss and abuse
Revealing to the Black Knight of our plans he didn?t wait
?Mourn for the King, my Queen, I saved you from his fate.?