The Thin White Queen met the Black Queen

They sat together over the black and cream

Discussing the pros and cons of life with men

Trusting and courting with them again.

The Thin White Queen sat pale and wan

Disappointed and distressed at the memory of man

For she has pushed them all far away from her

Alone she dwells in the palace and gardens so fair

Graciously tolerates the outside world

Ensconced in robes so beautiful and royal.

The Black Queen so confident and wild

A confidant and one belonging as a child

She takes the Thin White Queen in hand

Shares the right to the royal band

Coming to terms with the slings and shots

Of life so cruel and the kindness of thoughts

Towards the wisdom she has gleaned

From treading the roadways of life cleaned

Of all sin and blame and the enemies woe

To the Black King they together must go…