you just stood idly by
as the bishops raped your friends
and burnt down everything you had
It would have been so comforting
if it all were just a mare
there is no escape from reality
Walls crumble
into the abyss remission
left your knights behind for fools
tending your wounds before the dawn
In the grey
you close in
hooves march
to end all suffering
It would have been so comforting
if it all were just a mare
there is no escape from reality
And your pawns litter the field
the grey now turned into rust
your queen lay silent beneath you
as the king marches towards
Check mate