“We will fight, no human guiding, for a lovely lady’s fame,
And we’ll run our counter-gambit to a checkmate in the game.”
Oh, the glory of that battle, thunder marching in the ranks;
The castles staunchly standing, and the proud pawns on the flanks.
The queen with her litter and the king upon the right
Spurred on each knight and bishop in the fury of the fight
’Mid the stone piles of his slingers surged my men of Samarcand,
And we conquered our opponent on that polished teakwood stand.
Thus reality was riven by the wisdom of a wraith,