You move me from tile to tile, my roles are changed at your will. I become your knight, your king and your queen.
My original white is switched into black when you feel that black suits me better.
You forget which one I am, I’m lost amid your many players. No longer your favorite piece, I accept whatever move you have me make.
The rest of us were packed suddenly, replaced with a crystal set you never play, keeping it for show.
The last thing we heard you utter was…checkmate.
