Oh what a pretty thing they would all sing
That one is definitely destined for a ring
But who could ever foretell such a thing
That the pretty pawn would become the King
Scarcely adorned for the journey ahead
Why waste a good gear on the presumed dead?
But when the heavy shields became burdens instead,
Our weary pawn found strength to forge ahead.
Used, abused and no longer fit for a mere ring
Each cautious step not remotely close to routine
But when our hero had the choice to become a Queen
The scarred pawn chose instead to be the King