Black and white, a world in fight. These have been doing it for years – clear lines and consequences, equally matched in attack and defenses. Dark versus light – only the start is just and right. An ultimate separation of the two, the most basic and plain their colours, through and through. A war will begin that both party’s accept, the white king to perform his first step.

A gentle but confident first placement is made, silent and almost unnoticed the move from the shade. Testing the waters a pawn will be brave, careful his footsteps – preventing a close shave. Reinforcements to the point! Strengthen our watch! Intelligence is the key, we’ll raise our fortification tonight by a notch!

Swift shifts in the dark, the message suddenly apparent – a burning notion: no time to lament. Forces holding their ground to keep the watchmen safe – blood, sweat, tears and a little faith. One single advantage and the battle is ours – the difference is made here, between minutes and hours.

Information is in, all voices please silent, the messenger his news might be vibrant. In colour he spoke the enemy queen’s frock it must be, that is all I could muster to see. The quarrel is harsh and sacrifices must be made, but do not fear sir; your men, including I, are not afraid! Your war is as much ours as the wives we have waiting at home, with our lives we shall never rest defending your throne!

Coloration on her gown? That would give definite reason to frown. With food for thought you have provided me, my most thanks I give thee. You are my powers, without you I am none, now set off – back on your run; once again to our men that await your support – you are one of the foundational bricks in our fort.

Her colours – are they as different as mine? So many, and shiny I find. Oh, if they were, my world would be made, together our tones would never fade. This secret I shall keep and reveal only in her presence, into a corner the dark king must creep with fear and reverence. Strategy must be made to decide her keeper, be it the good king or the dark reaper.

Watch towers in the right places and artillery laying wake, knights and footmen ready in wait. Charge their defense’s! The loophole make bare, darkness enlighten with a flare! Slip the queen the message that will make her free, and then assure her the way is open and she must flee. Away from her oppressive husband her path lies, her choice it is – whether he lives or dies.

Without his queen by his side the evil ruler is alone, his servants – loyal and sharp as a knife they are hone. This is a fight not so easily won, by the end of this night one side will triumph, and one will be gone. To the rescue the white king shall appear, shielded behind me you are my dear! One last spell and the demon will be done; nothing left to fear –he’ll be overrun.

Words will be our savior and silence will stay, in the black woods of your dismay. The letter she has read and no longer will she hold her tongue, her emotions – too far you had them strung. No longer is she among your allegiance – this she has said. Too many lies she feels she has been fed. Her world is colourful – like mine, in an array of all of it we shall dine. Give up, it’s too late – before I am poised to annihilate!

Your actions are feeble and I will have you dead! Your life force will die – empty you will have bled! Servants attack! Your duty must be done, do it now! In the name of all that’s unholy and foul! Pierce their armour, stain the ground red! Their entire hearts – fill them with dread! Do not rest until the deed is over, all our hope rests in the four leaf clover.

At this moment in time a sound realization, the clover is green; quick, halt the nation! Too late the saving order is given, into his skull a white knight’s blade was driven. Possessed the dark king falls to the ground, the specter escaping, the world now sound. Everyone free to be true to themselves, laughter and joy breaks out, followed by shouts and yells. The kind king and his queen united as one, accompanied by happy folk under the sun.

A merry life for all on the board, good treatment of anyone – that of a lord. No worries about colour or hierarchy no more – that is about all we’ve heard of new lore. Ourselves we can show and our ecstasy you may see – the rest of our lives will be filled with nothing but glee. The white queen is left to find a new mate, she’ll be fine – her life will be great.

A burial for the fallen, his thought a bit late – life: a winding road of unchangeable fate. Paths determined by character alone, his unfortunately incorporated being dethroned. Peacefully we would have lived together, one randomly coloured empire on a chess board – forever. King and queen now one of us, in love they will stay, the king with a crush and our wonderful queen – a soft blush.