Foraging in the land of forgotten mercy
what remnant of civilization have you found
as you walk atop the heaped and naked corpses
where the enlightenment of the New World shines down.
Royal Lady, loquacious in your speech,
within your chequered world which one of sixteen piece?
Am I the outcast knight or bishop losing faith
or the impregnable castle moated at your gate
or a trifling pawn that must die to master life
reaching the crowning square transfigured in your sight.
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Very clever poem, Captain Cur. A good Queen is always worthy of her King (and worthy of her checkered past.) Hopefully, this Queen shared at least one good castle and two good nights with the King before the Bishops arrived. If not, her pawns didn't stand up for her. (You just pick up the pieces and move on.)