Check

I press the Queen's King
Most protected of pieces
In a bid for her

Retained offense
I wipe the board on attack
Cutting off support

Playing like a kid
Or a cautious computer
Lacking subtlety

Dream turned to nightmare
In this game there is one goal
And I (don't/won't\can't) lose

So I sweep the field
Avoiding a stale ending
Watching all my flanks

Rending challengers
Until I've got you alone
Signaling the win

I see no reason
For politeness or guile
But I'll finish quick

The mate is coming
And she comes absolutely
Remember to breathe

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