Two castles, two hearts
and two empty seats-
the feast’s not begun yet:
the host’s out hunting fleas.

Two castles, two stories
and a corpse at the gate-
the guests, all fallen quiet,
and the tablecloth’s turned red.

Two castles, two lives:
one spent, one unlived-
God of the Last Chance
reaching up his sleeve.

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