She was a real chessebel
Ready for the quick bishop
To knight resell
In the virtues of a court of pawns
The jester danced upon the lawns
Of Apricot Sundays
And White frog spawn
That grew in Lily of the Valley pools
And the Lady of the lake rose up
Beknighted by the Chalice cup
The Knight of Vespers sure did sup
Upon the poisoned arrows of Archers
Which lined the City walls
Of the Citadels
But it was the move of the Chessebel
She turned his towers and her rook did sweep
Down upon the city's keep
And Castles fall, and knaves and fools
Balance on the Sword of Damocles
But the Black knights rose and mounted a defence
In the forked tongued attack of a vipers offense
Striking in spikes, and spurs and spines
That daggered the white lady's sunshines
Yet dazzled as she was, she never lost her crown
Only in the balance of what goes up must come down
And sallied forth her armies
To justify her ken
As in the dawn light rallies
The army of brave men
