I've been shown the board of many pieces
I've seen the players of this cruel game.
While many have not piqued my interest
There was but one with such an eloquent name.
The piece they named simply The Black Swan
A player of quite diminutive size.
Most had considered her nothing but a pawn,
But I, out of many, have seen her as a prize.
So they'll move their pieces
And put their plans into motion.
Yet I digress, and I'll oppose
And I will voice my personal notion.
To soar the skies with white wings
While being a saviour is my dream.
My purpose will be clear to me
What happiness brings.
I promise to save you from your personal Hell
To bring you out of your miserable shell.
With white wings of an angel,
A guardian angel soars down from above...
To make everything better with my love.
The angel swears to the Swan,
"You're more than a pawn."
"These words, I swear, I really mean,"
"You're more than a pawn,"
"You are my Queen."