Pawns, just Pawns.
That's all we are to her.
Forever in her ethereal schemes,
Her little toys to play with.

Only to be cast out,
When she is dissatisfied.
Or even just to please herself,
From the boredom that instills her.

She has us wound lightly around her fingers,
Tied with, but a single thread.
Yet escaping from her netherworld…
Seemingly impossible.

So the empress says,
"There is no heaven or hell.
There are no Kings nor Queens.
I am the Composer and Conductor.

This is my wake less dream."
And with a serene, devilish grin.
She is the only one able to mouth,
"Checkmate."