The Knight unto the Bishop said
I'm weary of the slain and dead
Mine sword hath banished Kings to death
Knights and pawns and all the rest
I now put away mine sword and shield
I put away mine horse that strode the field
I fight no more, my time is done
Upon this day the game was won
The Devil sat brooding, behind the board
what can make this Knight pick up his sword
With an evil laugh, and eyes agleam
I know the trick, I'll take his Queen
I have her, Knight what wilst you do?
Wilst you fight alone for her majesty true?
The Knight turned in his square, and charged the field
and destroyed the black army with the sword he'd weild
A dash to his left, and forward twice
He beheaded the Devils remaining Knight
He thrust his blade neath the Devils chin
You have lost the game Check mate...again