A lowly man sits on his throne
In an elegant castle
In the heart of a long-awaited, and worked for, utopia
No war nor fighting
No hungry or unsheltered
Such a lively kingdom full of life
Yet a palace of black and white
At the center, one man surrounded by great knights and loyal servants
A man who sits on a throne darker than charcoal
With a lovely checkered floor
Young, bold, and the power of God at his fingertips
Such a quiet place. So simple
Yet so peaceful
As he glances around he sighs
A look back at the empty light throne beside him
As is the life of a checkered king
