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A Ballad for the Chessmen
Every story of love is a story of grief,
The stories that live, are tales that are brief,
Here are the things that every child knows:
and this is how that story goes:
There once was a Queen who never died,
who took a child king for his bride.
The King made glass and was never seen,
while the world spun on as if he’d never been.
Three hundred years and the story goes on,
where every game played is every game won.
The pawns - the most human of the court,
Pay the price for which your life is bought.
The Rook, they say, stands guard ashore,
The Bishop watches and keeps the score.
One has power to stop the heart,
The other has power to make it start.
One Knight may kill you without a sound,
(he killed two hundred since the King was crowned)
No one has ever seen his face,
But they say the King may take his place.
The other knight is mild and kind,
they whisper that he can control your mind:
one touch and everything shall cease,
For this is the knight that keeps the peace.
Their Queen, they said, will never die,
and that is one truth that shall never lie,
He rules the Board with an iron fist,
of those he conquers - he makes a list.
Oh peace! What joy the court has made;
worth every ounce of blood that’s paid.
Now death is but a story told,
of games played on a checkered board.
Five hundred years, and the story’s been read -
The children now old, or the children are dead,
But no matter the story, no matter the game,
no matter who’s playing, it’s always the same.
Come closer. Let me tell you a secret, my friend:
Every game of chess must come to an end.