They lay on the grass and watched the birds overhead

“Is this the end of the line?” The Black King said

He lay there with the Thin White Queen

Waiting on the grass so fresh and green.

The sun beat down on their stoney faces

Turning them as horses in the traces

For they were waiting for the end to come

Two lovers in the midnight sun.

“Will you always be mine?” He said

As they turned to embrace on that verdant bed

The Thin White Queen never spoke a word

For she had gone before her voice was heard.

With a broken heart the Black King fell

Into the arms of his Belovèd as well

Together now they rest under the sod

Loving each other still and each other adored.

Who can break such a love as this

Dwelling together in heaven’s bliss

A gift of the Father, the Black Kings knight

To show the power of love in the night.