Palace of Dreams (Italian Game)

Young Medina rules her marble court, While Flora guards the garden grounds Cassandra reads the stars at night, As Bishop Bellini makes his rounds In sacred halls the pieces dance, Knights await their bold commands Dark bishops in Helena's care, While prophecies flow through these lands Bellina lights four candles at her shrine, She sees dark clouds form five stars in line Flora's brave knight rides through gates of three, While Cassandra's dark knight claims all six Her white bishop reigns at altar four, Her dark bishop haunts chamber five Dante guards his sacred door, As ancient wisdom shows the way His soldiers step up to three, not more Deep, local pianos, peaceful sway Then Alessandro scouts ahead, Through chamber four with quiet grace The pianissimo's path instead, Where patience claims this sacred space But Boris brings a bolder tale, His pawnstrikes form a fierce delight Then Beatrice's bishop hails, Through chamber six, takes sacred flight Now Dante steps to three with pride, As center powers start to grow While Lemona's forces, far and wide, Prepare the final fatal blow Then Giovanna's knight rides o'er, To chamber five where danger's high While Dante's guards secure their floor To six they step, with solemn pride Flora's faithful knight defends, Through archway six with practiced grace As ancient prophecies portend, A battle for this sacred space Each path reveals its own design, Each choice a different fate While in the garden's grandest line, All destiny's awake The ancient game plays on and on, Through quiet night and bold dawn Each variation tells its tale, Of how the mighty rise and fall