your
move now
Run around, my queen
On this checkered board.
My knights can't fight
And my rooks are crooks.
So kill my killings
for me, my queen
Cast your spell upon their wretched castle
You with your long strides.
I know many knights
have wanted to hitch a ride.
I wonder if this
is your game.
Since the rules
are always by your side.
Me I am hopeless.
Me they only laugh at.
So run around, my
queen
Kill my killings
for me.
The fate of this wretched country
lies on your gleeful feet.
For I am a slow short-footed
king.
I can't move more than a step at a time.
I am embarrassingly vulnerable.
I constantly gasp for air.
I can't keep up.
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