You are not coming are you?

You are just a man after all…

No one is up to the challenge

To conquer the Thin White Queen

She waits for you and the spade to strike

Her down in loves respite.

Only a break from the drudgery of life

The constant ordinariness of this strife

Too much effort too much fight

Under the sun and all night

Sleep comes and the indolent spell

Will quicken her senses and soul as well.

You are the gravedigger firm and sure

Keeping her wayward pathway pure

Keep in check the wandering thoughts

Rampant emotion and heightened shots.