Virtue,frankly gives away to reason.
Queen’s confidence crumbles under lust,
leaving abundance of tears in treason.
Ne’er understanding when to trust.
The Queen readies for escaping, Q7.
Herself, ne’er quite allowing salvation.
The Queen checks the King, as her Knight beckons.
Check’d sheets, where hate shimmers under passion.
The Queen plays the King for all that she is,
laying beneath the sweet embrace of dawn.
Finding his tactics all but charming, tis
swearing, that she’ll no longer be a pawn
Under her King’s lust, she is all but spared
brooding on feelings that can’t be shared.