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Dead on the River
Written by: Paux Marsyas-Storm
Date: Wednesday, March 11th, 2020
Addressed to: The Clan of Excidium
Dead on the River
I'm going in blind, but I'm ready to win it
I'm bringing it all; No holds, No limit
Courage in hand and my eye on the pot
I�m coming for you. Ready or not.
This game�s pay to play, get ready to earn it
Let�s spice up the ante and make it worth it
I�ve made some mistakes, how better to learn it?
I�m seeing your raise, allow me to return it.
We�re not playing the cards, A battle of minds
If you show me yours then I�ll show you mine.
The thrill of the turn, we�re picking up speed.
Can�t slow us down, we�re just running on greed.
Am I chasing the flush? I know you�re bluffing that straight
Am I raising enough? You keep taking that bait.
I�m not playing the odds, I�m just playing the chase.
You're hesitant, so I�ll pick up the pace.
On the drop, I got you in sight
A tremor. A sigh. Gone is the fight.
Reeling you in. You�re holding on tight.
In the final act, it all comes to light.
A jolt runs through me, This feeling. This rush.
All of the bounty, now here in my clutch.
But in the next moment world fades to grey
Cause the one that I�m chasing just walked away.
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 824 AF.
Dead on the River
Written by: Paux Marsyas-Storm
Date: Wednesday, March 11th, 2020
Addressed to: The Clan of Excidium
Dead on the River
I'm going in blind, but I'm ready to win it
I'm bringing it all; No holds, No limit
Courage in hand and my eye on the pot
I�m coming for you. Ready or not.
This game�s pay to play, get ready to earn it
Let�s spice up the ante and make it worth it
I�ve made some mistakes, how better to learn it?
I�m seeing your raise, allow me to return it.
We�re not playing the cards, A battle of minds
If you show me yours then I�ll show you mine.
The thrill of the turn, we�re picking up speed.
Can�t slow us down, we�re just running on greed.
Am I chasing the flush? I know you�re bluffing that straight
Am I raising enough? You keep taking that bait.
I�m not playing the odds, I�m just playing the chase.
You're hesitant, so I�ll pick up the pace.
On the drop, I got you in sight
A tremor. A sigh. Gone is the fight.
Reeling you in. You�re holding on tight.
In the final act, it all comes to light.
A jolt runs through me, This feeling. This rush.
All of the bounty, now here in my clutch.
But in the next moment world fades to grey
Cause the one that I�m chasing just walked away.
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 824 AF.