In his shadow I am Queen,
forever vowed as protector
and servant, but also
as bodily slave.
There are pawns and knights, and I am
somehow lesser, yet
I continue to play.
The strategy is my game
and he, the final victor.
My body, my soul. His glory.
What am I? Pawn? Passion? Prayer?
I am Taken, and he is coward.
I am off the board, so who is my opponent?
I look aside for the final move.
Now they all see it:
Checkmate.