The Queen of Spades and Queen of Hearts,
Through dancing words and whispered arts,
A friendly game of Hearts would play,
And laugh as sisters all the way.
Through dancing words and whispered arts,
A friendly game of Hearts would play,
And laugh as sisters all the way.
All was well as Clubs was laid,
Club's small incentive to come to aid.
As the Queen of Clubs herself smiled brief,
Then stole off to Spade’s relief.
The Queen of Diamonds, so misnamed,
A casual role in this game claimed.
She had little interest but only yearned,
To play well enough for a friend to earn.
One played a card, the other one more,
But yet at zero stayed the score.
And there it would stay until the end,
As was a game between two friends.
But then a tiny smile crossed the face
Of the Queen of Hearts, the picture of grace.
And as Spades looked on, quite uncertain,
Hearts laid a heart and brought a point in.
Spade’s feeling of horror began to spread
As her score jumped so fast to ten.
She questioned the purpose behind the attack,
But Hearts just readied the knife in the back.
Hearts played one more most deadly card –
Spades herself was the final shard.
Double-edged as a tightrope wire,
The Queen of Spades went down in fire.
The fragile card tore straight in half,
As Hearts gave her Jack a carefree laugh.
She carried on as if nothing was wrong,
Singing no Queen’s, but a jester’s song.
The Queen of Diamonds cried in dismay,
Dropped to the place where her friend lay.
As she tried her hardest to mend the card,
Hearts spoke amiably from afar.
The Heartless Queen then drifted away,
She had much more important games to play.
That left Queen Spades with her distress,
And Diamonds who was so much less.
After some time the game was forgotten,
Left lying at the table, a wound left open.
The Queen of Spades did slowly mend,
But her will sometimes would break or bend.
The Queen of Diamonds could not replace
The Queen of Hearts, so near the Ace.
She did her best to help Spades forget
The dearest friend she’d ever met.
One day after the scar had healed,
Spades went before her with words as shield.
Soon they were at quiet peace again,
Playing this game that no one should win.
But soon the tide was turned once more;
The Queen of Hearts ne’er forgot a score.
When her Jack she thought was wronged,
She continued the war she had prolonged.
But now there were new players, two,
The Diamond’s Jack, exuberant but true.
And then, regal in righteous fury,
The Queen of Clubs returned in a hurry.
The Queen of Hearts with nearly a croon,
Stopped Spades from ever shooting the moon.
This time Clubs took the last hearts,
Hearts laughed; she had played her part.
But the others just smiled and pooled her assaults,
Spades, Clubs, two Diamonds, and the one at fault.
Her face fell, then distorted with rage,
As she cursed them for breaking the rules of this age.
She screamed that it could not be done,
And Diamond’s Jack said, “But we’ve won!
We do not play by the same rules as yours,
So we’ll shoot the moon and tally the score.”
Her heart was twisted where it once was fair
As she stormed off to play a lonely solitaire.
Spades, Clubs, and two Diamonds found the score,
And Diamond’s Jack was known as Hearts forevermore.
{Shoot} the moon, take {The Queen}
A game {Of Hearts} you’ve never seen.
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