The Queen sips on her glass of ruby red wine

The clock ticks forever and all the time

Waiting for someone who will never come

Alone she sits and waits for kingdom come.

He is so far away and out of sight

The Black and steely spectre of the Knight

Who wants her but she does not respond

The shadow of another brings despond.

The murky depths envelop her heart and mind

Making her view of love so deeply blind

Waiting for the one of thoughts and wishes

Who never leaves his situation so suspicious

Because of the gloom descended from above

That keeps his heart in chains of love

Her separation is now complete

The end game the mercy seat

There she will find the last reprieve

As to her Lord, the Black King she will grieve

That He loves her still and keeps her true

Bringing he gently and safely through.