here comes the queen
here comes the queen in chain
with a dark sorcery, indulging pain
her wand strikes the board, creating lines
everything drops, dripping with silent signs
she wakes up to mourn her life
she sleeps to divert attention from knife
the magic she had since she was younger
could not even halt the punishment of her sins she does not remember
her world grows in silence yet so loud
ringing voices of misery she does not talk about
the crown shines more in blood than in gold
she would rather fall than live in pain and cold