Fallen

The King has fallen into darkness overcome by the foe

She stands over him longing ready for the arms to throw

Around her fragile body – he who left her now is dead

Conquered by the enemy and lost his lovers bed.

Who will love this frail and longing Queen so wild

Lost so suddenly without friend or love beguiled

He overcame her long ago and lingered by her side

She stand alone now, facing life without her love allied.

As she weakens to the fateful prophetic dream

Her eye lifts with her heart in life’s ever-flowing stream

She must carry on and not let her love drift

For another day she herself will find the shift

To another realm for away where her love has gone

Her heart beats again and her powerful mind is strong.

The King has gone, but not the Queen

Alone she stand authority now her mortal screen

To protect her psyche and her love to remember true

All other future loves she will now ever eschew

Come, my loving master, live in me again

You have been my portion and will be now my tragedienne

I will overcome all ill, regret, disappointment and past, shame

Living life as was meant to live it over and over again.

Second coup

The body of White Pawns advance against their Queen

The outcome unknown and unseen 

Sally out from the ranks, rank outsiders 

Trying to gain significance as rampant sliders

Only one slide to beat them all into submission

Their challenge to her authority rank admission

Of folly in the ranks of her faithful soldiers

Responsibility now upon her narrow shoulders.


He stands behind in a mood of sweet relief

His Queen will now know his feeling of grief

That he let her down and left her in the arms of hate

Sorry now, maybe too late to kindle love of late

Feeling cold in the grave of eternal gloom

Love bereft and the icy hand of fate has sealed his doom.


She stands in front, in front of the battle lines

Standing upright and thin and wan as midnight chimes

Too late for her to search for love again

She faces the battle lines one more time with pain

Snapping at her ankles so fine and yet so strong 

The final plunge into the fight, to fight the wrong…

The Coup

Their attempt was always doomed to fail

Against their king in chain mail

They cannot match that might exterior

Their stout hearts in a warm interior

Search out the cold heart that lurks within

The white king and his bride so thin

She left his side to stand with another

More noble but a knave and a brother

They cannot hold that mighty heart

That glides through the corridor of suffering

And emerges every time with nothing

But power and love far above their puny hearts

Can ever attain and never find the part

Of her true love that belongs to another still

The rampant God and His holy will

Sides with the puny and the homeless state

Where she gravitates and lovers pate

She leads them on to overcome both kings

She will victorious rule over all and bring

All unholy reigns into submission to the Lord

Of heaven and earth and all will be adored. 

Pawns will overtake the state of royal bliss

Pull down the thrones of the unhappy tryst

All will be peace at last under the rule

Of the King of all Kings eternal footstool.

Black Crows

He hovers over the Black Crows

They know power more than he knows

Up and down the board they glide

Waiting for their Queen’s slide.

Menacing and dark their castle are

Never once to brighten a star

Loveless, lifeless rooks and ravens

Keeping us all out of the heavens.

Break the bonds of chains so free

Duped and hopeless chickeree.

Hoping no one will intimidate

Cowards all with mouth agape.

Leave then loitering in the back row

Their own agenda they will soon show

Murder and mayhem most foul

Given up for dead their immortal soul.

Demise

Knight and Lords planning certain

Bishops whisper behind the curtain

Her demise is on the cards of love

Thunder rumbles from above.

The knives flash at one hundred paces

Hate crumples all their faces

Intent runs in every vein races

Her end is in sight destiny traces.

Unbeknown to her subtle fate

She glides down the avenues of hate

Unknowing, unfeeling their base intent

She refuses their advances- away sent.

The chain mail rattles in the hall

Overcome with treachery all

None worthy of her grand design

Her love on the altar of her and mine.

The King steps in to save her skin

She is his Queen, his lovers kin

All they fall into their own pit

She on the throne will still sit…

Aces high

He holds all the cards – all the Aces

Putting you victoriously through your paces

Have no fear it is a fake spook

Hit it with the truth of the book

The Aces fly 

High in the sky

Watch them tumble and turn

Right over the sun and moon

They will fall soon into the lap of you

Bringing you safety in the vault of blue

Rise up now, put the beast to death

Wrangle out of it it’s last breath

It will fall as the Aces rise

With you triumphant in the majestic skies. 

The Six of Spades

You are the grave maker

Soul shaker

Burger of hopes and dreams

Extinguisher of light’s bright beams

You went off with the other bold

Before my grace was cold

She pushed me in

As you dug it out in sin

Treachery in low places

A man with no spaces

In his heart for the good

Only robbing graves for food

Sex food 

Love rust

Soil maker

Worm shaker….

Two white pawns

They grew up together in ignominy

Thinking they were someone really free

Wrapped in the chains of a fake culture

One rejects one embraces the vulture

Of the right and not the perceived wrong

Not a sound or glimmer of the sacred song

They say they sing but silence abounds

Except for the singing of the rock clowns

Unfriendly, unsociable they grew up small

In human terms they appeared so tall

Strange forms and strange silent ways 

The Holy Grail

Not an object, not a thing

A sword that mighty fights everything

That is evil in our human hearts

Rooting it out until it smarts.

Hold it tightly to your chest

Protect your heart in your breast

Gird it in your waist so tight

It will hold your life right

Shod your feet with its precious message

Telling other of the free passage

Into eternal life so glorious

Join the Everlasting immortal chorus

Grasp the sword with both hands now

Out of the scabbard to fight how

The Spirit within shows you to

Lunge and stab the enemy though.

Practice always make it real

The powers of death cannot assail

You couldn’t be safer anywhere

The sword in your hand and the Spirit there.

Infected

The disease is now rampant

Affecting our nearest and dearest compliant 

The twist of deceit, the distal principle

Driving us far beyond the realms of spiritual.

Into the jaws of certain death

Taking to itself the very whisper of breath.

Turn away and leave them all standing

Save yourself from the fate of those handling 

The dangerous death that never cheats

Taking everyone behind the wall of sheets

It spreads like a universal fire

Through every branch and briar

Down the labyrinthine channels of nerve, vein and fibre

Root it out and put it away forever.