One played the knight, she most brave among women.
Two up, one over, boldly behind enemy lines,
She staked a position in the median.
One played the rook in her tower ivory.
She made her paths straight, then left at the each corner,
And collected her punishment silently.
One played bishop: the favored, the protected.
Her path in angles; her mission oft divided.
She was the first, then the last one departed.
Three on their own, all three worked, each in tune.
Their movements policed, unbeknownst to the other,
They protected your King from impending doom.
Pawns played before: insignificant, small,
Whose names and egos three were not meant to know.
The damage they did set the stage for the fall.
You played the queen, the most powerful one,
And sacrificed each in this pastime that you call
A marriage.
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