NEEDLEWRITER

On board said the hands the set up the table. I’ll put you all in the right place, with my figurative fingers, that worked and built through out life. The figures were heavy, as if they were molten out of iron. Never, ever did I think, I would someday overrule them all. „You fuck with the wrong guy” said a voice beyond comprehension. Who’s was it? The rooks, maybe? Or the poor pawns….”NO! – it is mine.” said the king to all other sixty one figures. But what was so strange about it, we all knew the deal, the others protect the poor one step moving guy from invaders. So we did a nice thing to the king, and shot him in the face with reality. He fell down, on both sides, the others were freed. But what was I, with my fingers and hands about to do now, I did not know, because I got extremely bored. So I stood up and went to the window to gaze upon the valley my castle was in. Beautiful, it was. No other word was there to say, in the meaning of „I could not describe such beauty.” But I got a strangest idea of naughtiness. I, ruler gonna dress up into something ridiculous and walk the valleys town to see what the mob will think.
So I dressed my nakedness and walked the streets thrownig flowers I gathered out of a casket.
The mob hid from the crazy ruler destroying their eyes with light and beuty, they ran behind closed doors as they got in touch with what reality really means. Never, ever did the mob tried again to overrule such a person of wonder.