The King’s Game
The King’s Game
It’s just me, myself and I.
Unable to stand proudly,
Of the victory I achieved,
Around all these carcasses.
It was a fight, a battle,
In which I was helpless;
Moving a step to this side,
And another step that way.
Soldiers and knights,
And the bishops and queen,
All of them fight for me,
To make me win.
I watch their dead bodies,
Chucked away mercilessly.
I can do nothing but,
Sob sorrowfully.
It’s just me, myself and I.
Unable to stand proudly,
On the land of white and black,
Where we can come to life again.