"In a world where gender was nothing,
Where 'king' and 'queen' were just words of status, and power.
In a world where a battle field was a chess board
And each believed they held the upper hand,
had the ultimate pieces within their grasp.
In a world where all forgot they destructed the single game board that they all danced on,
And danced and danced to their death."
And so the beggar was dragged off the streets, pulled away from the large crowd that had formed.
"What are you playing at," his captor said.
With a silent smile and and a voice that sounded of a thousand years, they responded;
"A tale from a thousand years ago; the lost king, the fortunate jack, the exiled joker, the sorrow of a queen."
And with a raspy laugh they disintegrated into the wind.