Little white pawn, out on the corner

But he wears black, for he is a mourner

She moves straight, diagonal, right,

But he sits still, quiet as night

Yet sometimes he throws words of knives

The heartbreak and sorrow slowly arrives

She waits patiently, will he change

The man she knows, but oh so strange

She wonders, never voices,

Where are my choices

How he manipulates

Turning love from hate

Dark blood spills, but never seen

The fair head cut off from white queen

She never noticed, far too blind

To recognize the thoughts running in his mind

But he plays her slow, so steady

The killing so soft, not even bloody

She tries to bear the weight of blame

As he goes on playing his sweet old game

She wonders, never voices,

Where are my choices

How he manipulates

Turning love from hate

She tried to see what she wanted

Though by his actions she is haunted

He slew the knight, he killed the bishop

Until to heavens she looked up

Oh lord, can I ever retrace

Can I turn back, can I erase

She asks who is he, which pretence

Which one, true soul, and which the defence

She wonders, never voices,

Where are my choices

How he manipulates

Turning love from hate

He lies low beside her, but she is alone,

She can see his crown, but she knows he is gone

The knowledge haunts her but she wont escape

She knows she'll stay because of cursed agape

The chess board her lock but also a key

Tantalizing promises of being free

But she moves and kills with no guilt

She holds sword proudly tight on the hilt

She wonders, never voices,

Where are my choices

How he manipulates

Turning love from hate

How long will I stay imprisoned?

But the answer, almost, forbidden

He sees not gray but black and white

Sees no neutral, but sole wrong and right

She tries to convince but mostly silent

As he switches from serene to violent

She wonders, never voices,

Where are my choices

My fate he has twisted

On my devotin subsisted

But she placidly shifts right to left

Of heart emotion, she is bereft