Heartfrost

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The coldness of the hoar frost has taken hold

Of a heart doomed to be alone and bold

To live a life devoid of love and care

No fruit of affection to show or share

For the chill winter has entered the inner chambers

Of the Thin White Queen to rebuff the strangers

That show the interest in her frail form

Cast from Adamantium and long time born

To bear the weight of her sins reprieve

On the upper arm of her delicate sleeve

The chilly night will keep her safe and warm

From loves cold blast and the morning dawn

Colder still from days gone by

Hope lost and the question why

Is never resolved for the White King is lost

And she left to suffer the arrows of riposte.

The Banquet

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The Queens and Kings are gathering for the long repast

The knights and Ladies are wondering how long it will last

Until all festivities are over and the table load

Will give way to life in the warm abode.

The Queen resides over the sumptuous affair

The King reaches out and dishes out as the glorious pair

Stand rampant over the tables of delights

And all the little pawns over the best bits fights

Come Ladies and Lords and enjoy the feast

Provided for you by the hand of the least

And best of the court of the Interpreter’s house

As the knights in armour kindly joust

Through all the handmade delights and dishes

And every heart gains their heartfelt wishes.

Come bishops and rooks from your earthly home

Eat of the feast before it is all past and gone

All are welcome at the festal board

As the heart of the Black King is adored.

The White Queen eats her meagre meal

Enjoying the fellowship of the friendship deal

The Black and White Queens and their attendant Kings

Over the whole festival board eternal sings.

The Scallywag King

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Otherwise known as the Jack of hearts

He breaks her heart in two parts

Leaves her in the grip of fear

The tempest tosses far and near

As over the precipice she goes one more time

To prove the strength of the love divine

The Black King is always there

And His holy love will daily share.

Once more the waves overwhelm her bark

As into the night she moves out of the dark

And into the realms of His powerful heart.

Who will break the eternal twist of fate

That holds her down to retaliate

Against the failure of a love once known

But now gone but not forgotten and shown

In the dreams of the Thin White Queen

And the psyche of The Red Queen now seen

The Scallywag King is out of sorts

As the Black Jack King in another report.

Saviour and Lord is now The Black King

He over His own loves will forever bring

Love out of hate and victory over failure

As their faces turn and appear paler

Than all the dresses of the Thin White Queen to see

As they stand triumphant over the White King and agree

That love is the key to it all

And the heart will never again fall…

Two White Queens

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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.

Black jacket

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Searching for something different something rare

Through the catacombs of choice she finds it there

The jacket fit for a Black Jack King again

To wear when he comes again to reign.

She slips it on and it fits a treat

So sleek, tailored for a heart so weak

That cannot resist to temptation so bold

That over her psyche has a bondage hold.

The jacket is slim and suitably black

Over her shoulders it drapes with no lack

Of style and grace and O so great vigour

Of a gun that necessarily pulls the trigger

On the start of the treadmill down to doom

Fighting a love forgotten so soon.

Who is this Back Jack I see in the reflection

Of one so cool and calm – a recollection

Of one once loved but now so far way

A Black Jack King once more holds sway.

The jacket is torn and it’s decor is dim

Once worn brightly by the beautiful him

Who loved her so but now is gone

Into the depths of the great beyond.

Clinging to the Black she sees no hope

The tears and regrets in her heart do choke

The passionate love they once did share

Leaving her neglected, abused and bare.

Peeling off the wretched choice

Raising up a woman’s voice

To salve the pain and slake the blood

Pointing always to a hearts full flood…

A watery grave

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She sinks in the waters that envelop the Thin White Queen

Alone and comfortable she descends to the depths unseen

By moral eyes that ignore and reject her reign

As the assaults happen repeatedly again and again.

She succumbs to the pressure and sinks in mortal night

Falling free-fall into the shadows of a steely light

All hope is gone and none are there to see

The demise of the Thin White Queen in me

She passes suddenly into night and empty space

Stricken with the grief that quickens her heart apace

Driving her down into death for very certain

Drowning in the sea of sorrow and by all forgotten

Her holy Lord has seen her fall – the Black King

He watches over her bed and with faithfulness does sing

Of her love for Him, which draws her back from the brink

And gives her a ray of hope to make her think

Only a God can fill the gaping gap left by man

Who pursued her to death and left her pale and wan

She now triumphant over all her salient foes

Into the glory of the Black King goes…

Nowhere

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The Black Jack King is nowhere to be seen

Sitting with his feathers to preen

Watching and longing but never seeing or getting

Only the restlessness of a godless fretting

For the flesh and the unholy devil carps

Against those angelic harps

That play for loves restless game

But never get to say my name.

He’s nowhere and nothing now

Overtaken by other considerations how

The mind leaps and seeks to be free

As it seeks the reality of the Holy See

Seeking to be everywhere with the Lord the God

Who have His life and rested under the sod

That all human loves would be overwhelmed

And I to eternity would be always to send

My love so precious and revered

A souls redeemed and forever saved…

On the road

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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…

Armies

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The armies of the Thin White Queen have mustered all their strength

Pawns lining the front lines reach for the wrench

Of life from death then whimper on the edge

She waits for the signal to start the whole barrage.

The Kings take up their places under her sovereign rule

Waiting for her charge and her approval to make their move

The knights joust for position to hear the battle cry

She waits for the moment as if under a waiting eye.

The bishops pray and to no mortal life they prevail

Waiting always in the wings they make the long tail

That only the few relate to they moaning sighs

Mumbling meaningless prayer through battles night.

The Thin White Queen raises her arm in readiness to move

The whole field on battle is now open for her to prove

She is who she says she is and full of life

Never to acquiesce to the war of heaven’s strife.

Put to rest

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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…