A king and queen
Existing as black and white
As good and evil
And as dark and light
They watch their colorful subjects
As they dance with grace
Spinning turn after turn
While their hearts proceed to race
A battle between couples
Striped with a definite hue
A color they’re made with
A color they know to be true
These couples dance
Until it’s time for the last pair
The king and his queen
And silence fills the air
Their subjects flee
One after another
The couple dances as if it’s a battle
Who could outrun the other?
Only one will be left standing
Either the king or queen
It terrifies the subjects
They aren’t too keen
Because they know what will happen
Since it’s occurred time after time
Their anger for each other
Continues to climb
After each battle
Everything will restart
The couple forgets
They always end up apart
But the king and queen fight
Their subjects flee like rockets
They always wish to return
To their pockets