To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The Queen

I'm the queen of the chessboard

The ultimate piece in this game

They might underestimate me

But soon will remember my name

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In a battlefield of hueless tricks

All can be easily distinguished

I'm your golden ticket to the end

Cease the dance, rules I bend

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I always protect, never useless

My capacity is great to use

With one turn, just a single rest

Game's over—and they lose

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This system is easy enough for me

So pray caution before its too late

Many have felled, I'll honour them

How can I be caught in stalemate?

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I'm the queen of this planetary chessboard

I wear the crowns and yours I shall take

I can't lose this, with my ethereal sword

I'll win this gambled game of life, you lose—checkmate.