a ballad of crimson and black

a dead king and lone queen

for only one could engulf the throne

the heart longing for her spade

a tale of lovers eternally apart

spilled blood and infinite tears

but eventually, the queen stood

steeled her heart

her lover of spades only a mere memory

along with her love

she bathed her kingdom in red

letting her rage echo down the darkened sky

_perhaps_, she thought

_perhaps I was always meant to be this way _

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