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Equa Nox: Alice Payne
Alice Payne — The White Knight Falls
А теперь всё та же Алиса. И Белый Рыцарь. На иллюстрации к треку нет ошибки, "Алиса в Зазеркалье" происходит на шахматной доске. Хотя поётся о том рыцаре, что сопровождал Алису в книге.
Ту Алису или другую — вопрос сложный.
Alice Payne — The White Knight Falls, opus 2662
Alice Payne — The White Knight Falls, opus 2662
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The board is set. The pieces wait.
He rides in L-shapes through the fog,
A knight of wood and chipped white paint—
His horse has never touched the ground,
His armor's just a quaint constraint.
He swore to guard the trembling Queen,
To leap where bishops cannot tread,
But every time he draws his sword,
He tumbles off and bumps his head.
And I have watched him fall before,
Across a thousand mirrored games—
He always rises, bruised and sure,
And charges back through crooked frames.
The White Knight falls, the White Knight falls,
Through checkered dreams and palace halls—
He invents machines that no one needs,
He speaks in rhymes that no one heeds,
But still he rides, against the tide,
A fool in armor, dignified.
The White Knight falls, but watch him stand—
A wooden sword in painted hand.
He told me once about a box
For catching moonlight on the shelf,
A helmet lined with copper thoughts
To keep his head inside himself.
The Red Queen laughed, the Jabberwock yawned,
The looking-glass just showed him old—
But I have seen across the seams:
His heart is neither wood nor cold.
And I have watched him fall before,
Across a thousand mirrored games—
He always rises, bruised and sure,
And charges back through crooked frames.
Dear Knight, I too move strangely here,
Through squares that shift beneath my feet—
Perhaps the game was never fair,
Perhaps the falling is complete.
But you taught me: the board is vast,
And those who tumble learn to last.
The White Knight falls, the White Knight falls,
Through checkered dreams and endless halls—
He builds his hope from broken things,
He rides a horse that never sings,
But still he moves in crooked lines,
Through all my phases, all my times.
The White Knight falls — and so do I —
But falling's just another way to fly.
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