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White clouds flowing over the hills,

Parched earth, barren with age...in lifeless bliss,

Fields and plains, rivers and valleys...

Await, await thy thunderous voice.

Then trumpet sounds! The lion roars!

A voice! a voice! the messenger cries:

"Arm thy friends, shun thy foes...blaze forth your deck...lay it straight."

Summon thy crowds, make it quick...battles await. battles await,

Again, the lion roars..........quiet now........be still thy foes and friends.

Now harps engage thy peaceful prayer...

Tick Tock, Tick Tock......

Red fluid oozing forth,

Reviving the hills, thy river's life,

Upon the valleys, transcending to dust,

Beyond the hills, and turning to rain,

From barren earth, an army springs,

Red as diamond, a king and his queen,

Pour forth in riches and rage.

"Thy victory impossible...no glory...no glory!"

The enemy's voice, eastward rising,

A red queen, challenged in greed and envy,

Bearing a heart, battered and bruised,

From within which love and betreyal intertwine,

Her sorrow, thy enemie's immortal cup,

Her kingdom's goblet of delight.

But spades can pierce thy heart,

Rising from the hills, an army of darkness,

The Reaper's spawn, enemy of enemies,

Consuming the heart of a tortured queen,

Her army, vanquished...her battle, over,

And all resound in awe:"Not even a king could save her brittle heart.

Now clubs with axes make their mark,

Who dares challenge a red king and his queen?

Three can play this gruelling game,

But spades return to the hills of birth,

"We have pierced the heart of sorrow" says he,

"From whence we came, we return again."

Now two stake heads...decks apart,

And clubs do batter the soul within,

Where riches and thrones reside,

More power than jewels and jems can create,

A red kingdom, crushed and conquered,

Over the hills, descending valleys,

Red fluid receeding its deck,

Defeat sounds for a king and his queen,

And the crowds will bow...and the crowds will bow.

A voice! a voice! the messenger cries:

"Fold your deck with a crown of glory...to black be victory...to black be victory."

Judgement is passed, the lion roars,

Now harps engage thy peaceful prayer...

GAME OVER.

Copyright © 2009 by Brandon Sandy