You still your heart, and steel your nerves for a move that's most courageous.
Now slide your queen across the board to position advantageous.
With piercing gaze and twisted lip, you skewer ol' Carlisle,
But, unperturbed, his face splits now into a wider smile.
Turning her head, your queen gives you a look most penitent,
"I'm sorry that it's come to this," she says with sad intent,
"But you and I could never be. It's Carlisle that I love.
He bade me lure you to this trap and turn on you thereof.
Now unclasps she her ivory cloak, and all her livery.
In it's place, she dons the garb of Carlisle's ebony.
How react you to this treachery? What feeling is awoken?
Seek you bloody vengeance? Or is your heart too broken?
Vengeance or Broken?