Casino Royale

The vested Dealer does spin the wheel,

The reds and blacks, my fate, they seal.

I know not what of life is real,

But these whirling numbers, my soul, they steal.

 

The cards they fall as they may,

My fate and fortune, they betray,

My life has been one desperate play,

Until this last and final day.

 

Casino Royale, my resting place,

I've lived in wealth and in disgrace,

I've now met the Joker face to face,

Still praying for that final ace.

 

 

The End

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