Trembling on the edge of doom.

The battle commences across the room

Fighting in the back row amount the royals

The pawn rubs his hands now he has the spoils

Who will win this tragedy

Who will watch the symphony

As the pawns take over the board

Defeat of death is assured

The Queens and kings are marching still

To another drum beat up the hill

Of difficulty to reach the top

And being there they have to stop.