The Pawn's Game

Queen of the tiled floor
Wont you move a little nearer?
I don't believe you understand,
So I shall speak a little clearer.

Although a lowly pawn, I am;
Your majesty must hear me.
Please look upon your dying King,
The one you loved so dearly

Do you see the fear lodged in his eyes
As his days now turn to night?
O Queen, come see destruction.
O Queen, come feel his fright.

For once our time has ended
And all shall cease to be,
Your majesty, you and the King
Shall share the box with me.