The white Queen stands at my side
The game is yet to begin
Resplendent dressed in white
Standing tall
On her precious square of white.
Me, I stand beside her in her shadow
Watching her as she surveys her world
Ready for battle
Ready to claim her prize
Looks that kill
Looks that thrill
She is my world
And I am her prize
Sweeping across the squares
She consumes all before her
Building a wall of white steel
To protect me, her King
Yet her King is her strength
The King that brings her life
The King that stimulates and fulfils
Each of her many needs
Rampant and powerful
She becomes weak at her knees
As I command her fulfilment
