Glass Desert

My glass dessert is theirs for the having, As compensation for the trauma they gave me. I'll move my pawns to my own openning. I'll smile and pretend to retire the past, smiling. And I'll repay all I owe those flees. My glass dessert is theirs for the having. I'll smile and wave, my fragile due paying, And I'll wait for the day I may Move my pawns to my own openning. I'll give them their gift of sharp clattering, And I'll watch in horrific delight as they eat. My glass dessert is theirs for the having. I'll move my pawns to my own opening.