The Queen!
Captured!
Image of frailty and beauty,
Of power and justice!
Has gone -- off to the other side.
Weakness!
Mistakes
Heaths no second chance,
Forgiveness nor pride
For fate -- favored the other side.
If only I could
And Then I will
To turn back time.
Cure regret and cherish pawns.
Swear by the loyal rook
And the holy bishop that
If only time permit
I be a tempo ahead
A great king shall I become.
But no, my Queen is gone!
And all is lost
I am left with no one
I am left with nothing
But to **** with a horse.
The last line was actually the original idea and I really don't want to scratch it out. lol.
Hey can you point me to which lines I need fixing? Because I'm not really good with poetry technicalities like rhythm and stuff.
