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Without His Queen
Without His Queen
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One by one, they fell
Wounded, dead, agonized
As he alone stood tall
Facing the enemy or death?
Would he win the fight,
The King wondered
For his Queen was nowhere
And, that frightened him.
She was his wife, his Queen
The ruler of his kingdom
The decider of fates,
While he lay cozy on the throne.
The King stood, gathering guts
His heart hoping for a miracle
His hand raised with a sword,
His eyes searching for his savior, the Queen.
