The lonely Queen covers her five cups with sword at the ready
Seventeen stars arrayed boldly in the night sky illuminate as hope eternal
Because the Statesman moves too quickly and speaks much-a-do about nothing
…hoarding becomes the way of a life
Waiting patiently in-turn, the Great King sits with sword drawn to battle the fall of coins of gold as the world weeps
Patient, balanced and with endless skill and courage he wages a noble battle for the ignorant masses
Judgement then follows close behind him
He emerges stronger and wiser in a land that grows weaker embracing the foolishness of lost youth
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi
lifemeaning4u - Mavrik 