My life is nothing but the simplest of games,
A chessboard littered with forgettable faces and names.
Fallen Pawns abandoned by I, their lonesome King,
Unbothered by the sound of the hideous rattle they sing.
Soon I shall join them, as my Bishop has turned;
And from his fiery sky my Castles hath burned.
The Queen has long since left this broken empire,
As my visions and dreams can no longer aspire.
The Knights have arrived and my final day is here
What once was a nightmare will now in front of me appear.
The end: wrought forth by the many I have wronged before!
And as the scaffold is raised, I can not help but wonder,
Do I deserve this sentence for but a few small blunders?
Of course! For all of you want me to prosper no more!
