They sit enthroned in rainbow coloured splendour

Opposing sides they discuss the issues to render

The atmosphere tense and full of opposition

The soul rampant in the awkward disposition.

The Thin White Queen is out of sorts

The spirit in her offended and the scars she sports

Open wounds that are slow to heal and cover

Over those inflicted by a loveless lover.

The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak

To embrace the Truth and in the Book to seek

Eternal truths that will make the psyche strong

Making the evening drag and seem so long.

They joust and speak and the words are wasted

After the heat of the food they have tasted

Happy She acquiesces to the initial attack

But wins the day with the quietness of turning back

The mind and fortifying all the thoughts and dreams

That give the strength of the Black Kings eternal realms.

He is always there, though too much in the shadows

Of the spurious claims of a false spirits hallows

The Thin White Queen will stick with the glorious mind

That to the court of truth will her forever bind.