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