Mary had a little lamb, and I ate it.

The Black Queen; Possibly one of Britain's first black queen pieces. (So they say.)

“Who needs a dream?  Who needs ambition?  Who’d be the fool, in my position?  Once I had dreams, now they’re obsessions.  Hopes became needs; lovers? Possessions.  Then they moved in, so discretely.  Slowly at first, smiling too sweetly.  I opened doors.  They walked right through them.  Called me their friend, I hardly knew them.  Now I’m where I want to be…”

{From the musical Chess, lyrics by Tim Rice.}