The king and queen arrive at last.
What is the lowly pawn’s dire Fate?
His soul is in a tortured state.
All hope for fair reprieve is past.
The bishop gives him one repast.
A cold empty lonely castle
Holds him without any hassle.
The knight stands guard for one last time.
The Angelus bells slowly chime.
He takes a sip from a vessel.
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Oh, wow! Wonderfully and dramatically written!
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Thanks. I’m happy it worked out
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