Sitting in contentment for love dies slow

Into a watery grave the apparition must go

For it matters not for the end is near

It persists with its presence and godly fear

Ceases the life of one born blind

And the White King is still in her mind

As one born out of season and will

For the thought persists and lives on still.

Come dark rider and put it all away

For the sense of eternity is here to stay

Forget the beast for he has left you bare

And balking at the sight of one most rare

The White Queen is left to weep alone

For love long gone and death now shown

As the only real way to ditch the memory

Of one so loved and now forever free.