In the twilight of the eve, a realm unseen,
A game was set between the moon's pale gleam.
A board of shadows, squares of ebony sheen,
Host to specters and echoes, in mystery it teems.
Player One, a phantom dressed in gossamer light,
Casts dice spun from the silk of astral twilight.
Player Two, a banshee cloaked in midnight's might,
Commands a scepter that dances with the northern lights.
The boa...
