Once upon a time, in a land quite surreal, Lived a weary old knight named Antonius Block, oh what a deal! He’d returned from the crusades, all tired and glum, And guess who he met? None other than Death, the one who’s no fun!
“Greetings,” said Death, with a bony grin, “Let’s play some chess, and your life we’ll begin. If you win, you get to keep breathing, my friend, But if I win, well, your story will end.”
So they sat down to play, on a hilltop so high, The pieces moved slowly, under the sky. Block pondered his moves, his squire by his side, Jons watched in awe, eyes open wide.
Through plague-infested lands, they wandered along, Met actors and jesters, sang merry songs. Jof and Mia, with their baby so sweet, And Jonas Skat, their manager, quite upbeat.
They danced and they laughed, in a tavern so bright, But Raval the villain, oh, what a fright! He bullied poor Jof, made him dance like a bear, Till Jons stepped in, with a knife in the air.
“Let’s escape this plague,” said Block with a plan, To his castle they’d go, away from Death’s hand. But Death was quite clever, he knew their intent, And checkmate he cried, their fate firmly bent.
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