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