The rhythm, the light, the sounds,
the movement, the steps…as in a wild dance, the red is opposite the blue,
the queen is opposite the king.
Each has its own abilities,
she holds the defense in her hands,
he gives the last word,
and together, both of them,
at the end of that balance of power,
will end the game.
In our game,
there are no prisoners captured,
just a demons dance.
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