The Black Jack King has finally been put to rest

Dead and buried in the grave with all the rest

Who grieved her mortal soul and left her for naught

Leaving love an empty blank and grief unsought.

He left one night and never found his way back

To the arms of love but hardly felt the lack

Of the ecstasy he once knew and felt

As at her knees he once worshipped and knelt

That loves pure warmth would warm his bones again

But choosing rather the cold flesh of another vain

Violent and rude the weary flesh did assault and leave

With the White King her nemesis her heart did grieve.

He soon forgot his lady and sought other friends

Now as she watches from the sidelines her heart rends

And all love weeps at the coldness of the war

That has changed her heart and led her so sore.

He is now put to rest in the cold dark sod

Under the judgment of heaven’s iron rod

Dashes in pieces like a potter’s marred vessel

His memory lingers not for he is loves vassal.

Love conquers all and will mend the heart of gold

A passion for the Black King has now taken hold…