Chess.

I had a King sized bed,
Moreover, my sovereign lost his head
Spoke of subjects ethereal in weight
Dictated Zen in a soapbox state
Sympathizing with leaking eyes
I offered up robes with amethyst dyes
He stripped himself bare
Stepped down off his golden chair
Walked into the forest without a care
I metamorphosed into the Queen of Hearts
Sneakily baking Rohypnol tarts
Sent out spies to lure and ply.
Yet meditating under willows the King simply sighed.
Refused the food, just thought to wait
So I sent a representative who engaged in debate
Then west met east in trees shade
It was pronounced it a love crusade.
Enlightened tongues was laced with hypnotic lines
The King bequeath karma wine,
One by one they marched to fate
And all join under the shade with my prodigal mate.
At last my ivory castle held but I
Smashed all the mirrors but couldn’t reach the sky.