Queen is black, she lives in a swamp
King moves up, from fiery void
He controls bishops with horns
Pawns can’t move back
The rook is black, the tower is full of bats
There are woods and graves all around
The knight serves the king, who comes from chasms
Pawns cannot move back
Coming closer to the edge has absolutely meaning
And passing the board you just face the horizon
Wall of emptiness
You feel like al most missing the swamp halls you dwelled in
During your waste railroad of life time
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