On the blackboard the king, not the queen does not paws
From hiking all sorts returned to foot,
Looked into his house, stuck, taken
Waited, opened the window ...
Behind the window on the squares broken tower.
Both towers were destroyed at the edges,
Silence around nor friends nor young
That's now a movie ...
And froze the king as a column in the temple
Like a jug with a bouquet in the window frame
Not ask dad, do not swim mom
Raw, cold and not zgi ...
In the trees outside the crown froze
Skzorets does not fly, not mice crown
Gives the severity on the brains ...
And there is a king not alive either dead.
This castle was smeared before honey.
He always was hammered by the people.
He glowed, thundered and crashed.
Here did not ask Ausevas.
Wines have raised and walves sounded.
Here they lost the ladies of the head,
Falling in love with riders without a head.
And the king is going to quietly with the Spirit.
Beats the pulse somewhere there on the temple over the ear.
He stands over a frozen river with fright.
And afraid to step on ice.
He does not see all shores in the fog.
He froze as the last drop in the crane.
And the king quietly makes a step forward.
And that hour in response to the movement of deaf.
Their depths of the board began moving.
From which the darkness from which is terribly.
From which the look will freeze.
The king completely flew the terminal.
He stands like an Heron, pursing his knee.
And as a ship, giving a deadly roll.
Quietly takes a step back.
And the king is burning like a candle from wax.
And around him spinned.
And in the eyes of dark, under the legs slip.
And fly billions of arrows.
As in the dense forest, the branches beat in the face.
Seed pawns, horses, rooks, through milestones.
Battle elephants, officer counterintelligence.
Step right, step left, trying to escape.
Shot ...
The king instantly implaced cards.
His Palace turned into a Cake.
Do not demolish the tanks, do not fix karma.
In February, not to see March.
The king throughout the cover comes.
He goes the case, he shines the tower.
He will soon get under the silence.
And soon hears the mat.
After Mata, Darkness, silence, oblivion,
Note in the newspaper: "The sentence is given in execution"
Here is a certificate of death, the court order.
And the bullet in the forehead ...
Space here ... We understand the loss.
Raise it, choking, sweating.
Take this royal body.
And put it directly to the coffin.
Your king in the coffin will be quiet and black.
He head will turn into a skull.
It will not be an eye and turn off the jaw.
From everywhere immediately climb worms.
From everywhere immediately get devils.
Everything is time to carry children.
If the finish is dated yesterday's day.
If the castle is empty and died tower.
If there is no life - it's not scary to die.
There will be a lot of deaths ...
And the king in February did not wait for Mata.
He did not want a step nor Mata.
He looked at them and said.
"Guys, while you get away from longing.
Your portraits have long turned into cartoons.
It's like someone else's queen to start boors.
These are not chess - it's checkers "
He jumped them out and left the board ...
And the audience applauded him longer and longer.
And loudly whistled and beat in his hands,
Screaming to him: "What good you are"
And he carried the mountains of flowers ...
He walked, sending everyone to the damping mother,
On the go getting rid of the crown and mantle.
According to rumors, it is hiding now somewhere in Malta.
Holding a finger on the clock buttons ...
