The old king was a tyrant
who played the game of war
and those who weren’t compliant
he would show what for.
The queen played games as well
not war, but of the heart
which, at a glance, seemed less fell
but were plagued by false starts.
The jester played the crowd
with pomp and pageantry
and told his stories proud and loud
with playful pandemony.
But when the lights went out, instead
the jester played games in the royal bed.