Black: Q x d2 (check)
Cat fights know no civil laws
Just claws and jaws and bloodied maws
Where pet and kiss draw painful calls
When one bust stands and one bust falls.
Oh, Righteous Vict'ry! Tell what news
Doth rise amidst the scattered pews!
"The White Queen lays in broken jewels
And King of Whites alone now rules."
Rejoice we now o'er fallen foes!
Black will reap whate'er it sows!
"Aye, and Pyrrhic vict'ry be thine goals.
For Black, in sooth, this bell soon tolls."
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