In chambers deep where shadows dwell,

In chambers deep where shadows dwell, A king of wisdom weaves his spell, With cunning gaze and measured grace, He charts the course, a master’s pace. In whispered halls where secrets creep, Through veils of night, their secrets keep, Each move he makes, a careful thread, A tapestry of thought well-spread. With every step, the board aligns, He dances past the thorny vines, Where lesser souls might falter, stray, He finds the path, the brightened way. In gilded crowns and mirrored halls, Where echoes sing of rise and falls, His strategy, a work of art, Conceals the plight, reveals the heart. For in the game of fate, he stands, A sovereign sure with steady hands, One step ahead in life’s grand play, Her shapes the night, transforms the day. Poa er en slags slags slags slags sang om Yet even kings, with power vast, Must heed the whispers of the past, l Lmf In every triumph, caution’s grace, For time can turn, and shadows chase. So heed this tale of wisdom won, Off kings and shadows, battles spun, In every chessboard, life unfolds, A story rich, a truth that holds.