There is a team of less than 10,

 

Who push a world so you might win.

 

The least and last, the letter E.

 

There's Q, and N, and M, and Z.

 

A game of chess like none before,

 

Unfurling plans, from shore to shore.

 

Of Q, of course, no more to say,

 

Until the Lion is back one day.

 

Of Z, the war; to end their game,

 

Who struck their evil heart again.

 

Of N and M you'll not have heard,

 

The quiet type who speak no word.

 

Of E, the last and least of them,

 

A simple light, a lowly friend.

 

Here to spin the web and mend,

 

A bridge divided, for all to win.

 

We walk in silence, only speaking,

 

When our promises we're keeping.

 

But my friends, it's almot done.

 

Revealed before the setting sun.

 

An empire falls, another grows;

 

But we came forth to end the woes.

 

The lowliest who held the key,

 

Who turned the lock, to set you free.

 

Be still oh! Hearts, of beating mind.

 

For victory is close in kind.

 

Do you know how the story ends?

 

You win, of course, my dearest friends.