The Queen’s Gambit

Your moves on the checkered board

A blood trail, soft wet lashes fight the flood

A new world rule in our recognisance

Of flesh; play on till the end of time.

A soul pact of the Fearless

Embers spark, cinders endless

The night awakens the beast inside

Our Untamed Youthful fervour

Sweat beads on the nape

Upper lip quivers

Ah. Tell me what you need. Quick.

I shall grant your three wishes.

I am your Goddess.

At day break, I shall turn into ashes.