Dark Poetry

Check Mate

This army that lays before me.
My queen by my side.
Priest at the side giving their knee.
The Knights have their horses to ride.

The guards in the towers look afar.
Men protect the Royal Guards and my Queen...
Myself as slow as black tar.
This land I rule and shall clean.

Dark skies being to gather.
Men afraid to attack.
Need to move first in this matter.
I am their courage that they lack.

Tell them to move one by one in mud.
Queen aiding in my quest.
My men spilled the first blood.
But he shouldn't have taken a rest.

His head is rolling upon the dirt.
The others are fired for war.
I'm glad that they're alert.
I never wanted this blood and gore.

Told knight to scout the plain.
A priest takes him by the side.
My men angry went insane.
Killing that priest was suicide.

My queen sicken by the bloodshed.
With her wit, many men went down.
A trap that she was led.
MY QUEEN!...I was made a clown.

Men begin to surround me.
My army destroyed.
Please tell me it's dream.
My emotions have been toyed.

Take my life.
No longer shall I live.
You have ended my wife.
The pain that I cannot forgive.

I cannot escape.
The men had over powered.
This is my fate.
I will not be a coward.

Their King is my last sight.
He grabs his swords.
"I have nothing else to fight...."
"Check mate" was his last words...

Sincerely
-Crimson
Peace, Love & Genocide...