Parliament Murder

And all around the Parliament crows
The blackest murder in stiffened rows
With beady eye and narrow beak
The gathered still for the rook to speak

The king descends for balances and checks
His black and white opponent interjects
With queens and nights of forgotten lore
Calling forth the shadows to fall once more

His case he pleads with graveyard chills
Ascending the spine of the storytelling's quills
Etching in sand with bloody ink
Stains the carrion feeders drink

The defendant's screeching slowly dies
In quickening silence the Nothing replies
The murder's intent the prey's fierce cry
Outs him 'til his eyes tear dry

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