Kingdoms are falling
The death of one king
Leads to the the leadership
Of one born of thy evil
The black rose wilts and crumbles
The thorns a sorry reminder
Of the love once beauty
And of the thorns that lay beneath
The sword that cut through
The bow that won
The queens hand stained forever red
And the missing golden piece
The lost king
The falling snow stained red
Before the eyes of the one
The lost one may be gone for now
But for in the last second
Upon which the world was almost shrouded in darkness
Thy lost one emerges
And defeats the pawns
Takes the board
And makes the leader perish
Checkmate he whispered into the night
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