The King and Queen are shrouded in Mist,
Eternal Dance of Eternal Tryst.
Monarchs unfolding, the yellow Wings,
Beat back the Mist from Eternal Things.
Equal turns taken, each Led the Dance,
Spin to front, Spin behind, Taken Chance.
Old Kingdom built on the Hallowed Ground,
In Eternal Halls, the Dance is found.
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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.