Feet stomping on marble
Sudden nocturnal buzz
Of intruders at the gates

Black threatening pawns
Out of a bigger game
Chasing a feeble King

You will maybe get in
Your pointed stings at hand
Blind enemies on hold

But time consumed my Queen
And choked our perfect fire
Under its opaque dome

So please stop knocking now
And leave me to my realm
Of sweet and blithe indifference.