The body of White Pawns advance against their Queen

The outcome unknown and unseen 

Sally out from the ranks, rank outsiders 

Trying to gain significance as rampant sliders

Only one slide to beat them all into submission

Their challenge to her authority rank admission

Of folly in the ranks of her faithful soldiers

Responsibility now upon her narrow shoulders.

He stands behind in a mood of sweet relief

His Queen will now know his feeling of grief

That he let her down and left her in the arms of hate

Sorry now, maybe too late to kindle love of late

Feeling cold in the grave of eternal gloom

Love bereft and the icy hand of fate has sealed his doom.

She stands in front, in front of the battle lines

Standing upright and thin and wan as midnight chimes

Too late for her to search for love again

She faces the battle lines one more time with pain

Snapping at her ankles so fine and yet so strong 

The final plunge into the fight, to fight the wrong…