The Blue King eyes the enemy

The Red Queen he will now melee

Go blue peasant! Meek pawn to centre!

Boldness makes for great adventure

Its red twin advances and faces off

A knight leaps in to glower and scoff

The Blue King commands his fervent army

The Red Queen marshals her own strategy

The Blue King smiles and fiancettos his bishop

The Red Queen frowns and a knight does develop

Her forces are strong but the King has threats

And designs on her turf and designs on her chest

Of silver and gold and jewels beyond counting

To match his own, of His Highness The King

He frowns and surveys the grim battleground

That explodes in the midst of almighty sound

Of thundering knights and riled rooks raging

Of bishops chanting at screaming pawns shaking

The angry King orders a cavalry charge

The knights gallop madly with scant regard

For their own fate, they draw their bright swords

The enemy shudders at their onslaught

Cold Blades steal life and warriors fall

Hot Blood sprays and splashes and stains the board

The knights are slain in bold sacrifice

For they were outnumbered and paid the price

But they wrought hell, the Red Queen is hurt

The blood of her dead sinks into the dirt

The Blue King commits and throws in his all

The dead pile up the action is cruel

Masterful thoughts transcend cold logic

And tactics are killed by witchcraft and magic

The Queen's hot feelings usurp calculation

The King is ruthless and fights with elation

But passions are blinding the King in his strife

Overreaches his talent and loses his might

The Queen moves swiftly into his view

And he knows not what to say or do

And with a cool majestic thrill

She marches in to claim her kill

To seal his fate

With final mate

She crosses the moat

Puts her sword to his throat

But it is too late

To reverse her mistake

For she came too close

In her keenness to gloat

Tears polish her eyes

She prepares to die

The axe for her neck

The sad King does check

And now she is owned

By his sceptre and throne

United in war

In arms of awe

They no longer duel

But fondly rule

With glorious art

Each other's glad heart