The snakes have come, with drumbeat and cymbal clash, trumpet fanfare and memories of dismal past.
Behold the King! Vainglorious in his vestments, mirrored eyes and lashing tongue. Through his kingdom, the world shall come.
Behold the Queen! A quiet beast to all but herself. Ever moving, never fearing the heel of dissent.
Behold the Jester! Fool in the mind of many, Seer in the pocket of few. Make them laugh and rob them blind.