• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 09
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Knight and day

Charles strains his espresso through his teeth
It's enough to give one the creeps
Charles ponders the pieces beneath

His mind races
Left two paces
And then forward only one

Those castled kings
That Alice springs
have the deacon on the run

Pawns broke, bishops croak, rooks merely scream
The mathematician weeps
Whilst the reflecting Queen reigns supreme