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Poetry News Post #5530

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.


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Poetry News Post #5530

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.


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