Lay bare the board oh which your shadows play, this pawn will not move for you again
Your prying eyes know no bounds, your subtle whispers echo like screams across the walls of the abyss, your spiteful glare no longer haunts this mirror.
You may dwell amongst the ashes of the aether but this hallow void has always been my grave, and it will remain mine and mine alone.
What good is a queen with no king to walk beside her? The queen... she can faulter, she can fall, she can cast her dye and slither into the darkness, and yet the waltz will continue onward. Another pawn to take her place... However the king, the moment he chooses absence, the moment he chooses silence, the moment he departs, the game comes to an end.
So cry, gnashing your teeth and sharpen your claws, drop to your knees and pound the soil in rage, I am no longer the knight who waits at your door, there is no phoenix to hatch from your shame.
Take your mongrels and be gone, your presence no longer holds a chair at this table. I will never walk beside you again and my love will know not but the cage in which you placed it.
This game is over, princess.
Be gone.