“I can handle the Black Jack King,” she said with certainty

“The question is, can He now handle me?”

For the Thin White Queen has come into her own

And the knights are rallying round as love has shown

Giving her the confidence to fight another day

Over the power of love she always holds sway

For the Black King loves her still

Though she looks pale and wan and lonely to fill

Her bed with weeping and looking for love

He her Lord and conqueror to prove.

Who will hold sway over the Thin White Queen?

When will the love of the Black King be seen?

She waits in patience for the Black Jack move

But his love has failed as she now does prove.

She cannot hold her love in holy bands

For the Black King is true loves man

He waits for her as she waits for him

A holy union in the face of death so grim

The royal pair are holding on and holding out

For true love’s prize a loving cup to flout

The power of the Black Jack King has passed

And only the pure love of two is held fast.