From o'er the crown of ivory king, you survey a checkered scene,
The darkly pending endgame of Carlisle Olberdeen.
A row of pale brave chessmen, beneath his yellow smile,
Stand captive, lost forever, to the schemes of that Carlisle.
And now your last bleak hopes ride the crown of your white queen,
to press a last advantage you pray he hasn't seen.
Or else a fearful strategy will turn the tides of fate.
If you sacrifice your bishop, will you spring the trap too late?
Queen or Bishop?