The Thin White Queen is back on the road

To the Haj, the pilgrimage the heavy load

Climb the hill

Of loves cold chill

Waiting for the time to come

When the mind will overrun

And all will again be peace.

This striving this decrease

For something unreal

Will not unravel

The minds fair palace

Or release malice

But forever be safe and sound

Until snuggly underground…