It’s over, Molly. They’re here to clean the table.
Return the fallen chessmen to their bag.
There’s a party on upstairs now, if you’re able.
Neither you nor I have partners, so we’ll go stag.
But just remember, don’t remove your tag!
Up there, Molly, are those who resemble others,
like the bishop who was sacrificed for the knight.
Some would return if they had their druthers;
some regret having moved upstairs without a fight.
And you? At first you surrendered a single pawn,
then one by one they seemed to catch the plague.
See the red and black fade fast on the chequered lawn.
Come along now, Molly, they’re opening the keg!
We’ll be the very first to sip the brew
and discuss whether what went on below was true.
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