Roll The Dice

In pursuit of fortune,

you become blind in faith.

Wasting the hours,

as the wretched look after

the lost chances and lives

in this game of Risqué.

Watch from afar,

but closely enough.

Notice the shadows,

as the lights are dimmed.

Cover your eyes,

so as not to see,

the smoke and grime

that cover the path,

on which you crept past

the eyes of the wary,

and stole from them

their soul and being.

The End

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