The pawns rebelled against the King, revolution began before battle killed.
Cavalry riding on mules attacked the fort, the Kings had their Souls on thrones.
Stars were in quasar on pilgrimage, so tempest wiped dandelion's wails.
coffee-stained papers were filled with elegies, crumbled and thrown into the lakes,
the diaries of princesses became ashes before they became women.
The leaves were falling like paper planes fly, bulge calls broke strings of kites.
They lived in folktales and departed's thoughts though their legacies were lost.