soon,
another king may rise
to decamp this crown
horse-backing on the throne. he may
rise with an iron fist
for the lover-boy
and honey for his coy mistress: the lover-boy's...
but if the queen permits this
checkmate on her chessboard,
things would never again remain sane.
they may be sugar in her tea
for her parched throat,
but the stomach would go sour
soon and very soon
(c) ehizogie iyeomoan
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