Chessboard of life (Cursed part 3)

She is cursed, with a life like a chessboard in sight

Where death is white, with his army of might

Betray, hurt, destroy, nightmare, and isolation

Marching forward with their dark calculation

Her pawns are her lost pets, gone too soon

The king and queen are her parents, her heart's boon

She herself is a knight, standing proud and strong

Defending what's right, where she does belong

Her bishop of faith, a guiding light

Now bound in chains, unable to fight

The army of death, they close in fast

With each step they take, her fears they surpass

She is triggered, with a fear so great

Her curse might destroy all that is fate

She stands her ground, with a fierce resolve

Determined to save what she must preserve

And so she sacrifices herself, a noble play

Her king and queen, they may live to see another day

Her curse may be strong, but her heart is pure

She will always protect, that is her allure.