Chess pieces move left, right, up, down,
Make a wrong move, you’re out of the game.
It’s all diamonds and precious gowns
Everyone pining after the glory, the fame.
Apples grow on trees,
Carriages travel rocky roads.
Whispers spread like a horrid disease
Treachery, they seethe, in their cryptic codes.
The game, they call it,
All fun and play.
No one admits the truth,
Leading the naïve astray.
Spindles glow in rooms so dark,
Dragons breathe terrible flames,
All it takes is a single spark
To destroy the twisted royal’s claims.
It’s not all fun and glory,
Deceit lies around every corner.
Those who long to tell their story
Cannot for fear of being brought out of order
A single sword can start a war
A single death can end one
It’s all a twisted fantasy they adore
It’ll be a long road before all is done
The queen finally makes her move
Claiming her place on a throne so great
Now, there’s nothing else to remove.
Checkmate.
