All Hail The Crown

The King is decrepit; moves slowly, square by square.

The Queen is alluring; her dance deadly, yet fair.

Next is the Bishop; fearful homily controlling weak masses.

And then comes the Knight; jumping 'round danger, through classes.

Robust is the Rook; standing quiet and bold.

And outside is the Pawn; sacrificed in the cold.

Unnoticed was the sacrifice that the Peasant did make.

But their sacrament redeemed them, keeping the Kingdom in play.

And the Castle stone, silent, preserving those old and dirty;

As the Lieutenant dodged a blow, all to conserve the clergy.

And the Holy all bowed in respect to their Ruler,

But not one noticed the power was truly kept by the Her.