The night smiles yes

When the dawn says no

The young swallow’s chest turned from red to blue

There’s that whole grey mess

Crawling on the ground below

All because we can’t make one of two

The eagle and the lion knew

That lead to gold was a mere faux show

Ask the bishop from the chess

Board for a peer review

A fresh feather springs forth from an aged bordeaux

It’s the secret that thy blood is noblesse

Settling bets four corners round

Finally releases the heart unbound