Widower

For your Vermilion,

I lost my obedient rooks.

For your bangles,

I lost my bishops and knights 

And 

for your sacred thread, 

I lost all my staunch eight pawns.

But your smug smile unfolded every conspiracy.

Yes,

O' my disloyal queen,

the defeated king in me 

would kill you to orphan me fully.

Yes,

I would kill you for your betrayal 

And become a widower.