Mr RoflCopterzz

The tiles are set, boundaries made. Our pieces align, Knight and Spade. The Queen's man rode, humble in stride. One place to go, no chance to hide. Our Castle stands, forceful in verse. And so it falls, a tangled curse. Jousting Knights, our tiles corrupt. Scorched Earth lands, their corpses erupt. Left and right, our Spades fall forward. By your death, the hilt of Her sword. The words are called, my victory seen. So falls your King, long live the Queen.