I once had a dream
about two men playing chess.
In black and white robes
the two men were dressed.

  They had long white beards,
 they looked old and wise.
But tired and scared
 were their steel-gray eyes.

Their faces were pale
for the price was high.
They played since years
each day and night.

Behind those two I saw the price
which they were playing for:
people of Earth, crying out loud,
begging they would play no more.

I then woke up in the midst of night,
and I was scared to death.
For I had seen on the playing board
that one of the men was in check.

©  Carolin Gröhl