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  • Andres Villasante at 2004-02-02 The Blue King eyes the enemy
    The Red Queen he will now melee
    Go blue peasant! Meek pawn to centre!
    Boldness makes for great adventure

    Its red twin advances and faces off
    A knight leaps in to glower and scoff
    The Blue King commands his fervent army
    The Red Queen marshals her own strategy

    The Blue King smiles and fiancettos his bishop
    The Red Queen frowns and a knight does develop
    Her forces are strong but the King has threats
    And designs on her turf and designs on her chest

    Of silver and gold and jewels beyond counting
    To match his own, of His Highness The King
    He frowns and surveys the grim battleground
    That explodes in the midst of almighty sound

    Of thundering knights and riled rooks raging
    Of bishops chanting at screaming pawns shaking
    The angry King orders a cavalry charge
    The knights gallop madly with scant regard

    For their own fate, they draw their bright swords
    The enemy shudders at their onslaught
    Cold Blades steal life and warriors fall
    Hot Blood sprays and splashes and stains the board

    The knights are slain in bold sacrifice
    For they were outnumbered and paid the price
    But they wrought hell, the Red Queen is hurt
    The blood of her dead sinks into the dirt

    The Blue King commits and throws in his all
    The dead pile up the action is cruel
    Masterful thoughts transcend cold logic
    And tactics are killed by witchcraft and magic

    The Queen’s hot feelings usurp calculation
    The King is ruthless and fights with elation
    But passions are blinding the King in his strife
    Overreaches his talent and loses his might

    The Queen moves swiftly into his view
    And he knows not what to say or do
    And with a cool majestic thrill
    She marches in to claim her kill

    To seal his fate
    With final mate
    She crosses the moat
    Puts her sword to his throat

    But it is too late
    To reverse her mistake
    For she came too close
    In her keenness to gloat

    Tears polish her eyes
    She prepares to die
    The axe for her neck
    The sad King does check

    And now she is owned
    By his sceptre and throne
    United in war
    In arms of awe

    They no longer duel
    But fondly rule
    With glorious art
    Each other’s glad heart
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