Hand of Fate

Another day

we roll our dice

see where fortune takes

will I climb a ladder someplace high?

or will I slip down with the snakes

into their lair, will it cause me to shake

The goddess of love takes her turn

a risk, I could play to win

have my heart feel the burn

I could give it a defensive spin

let the pieces keep moving

elongate the game

but is it turning to stalemate?

or are the odds improving

Another shuffle of the deck

what has the hand of fate dealt to me

am I a battleship wreck?

have I landed under the jailer's lock and key?

do I have a get out free card?

or is a lifetime of solitude my reward

solitaire takes patience

to get a winning run

it needs acceptance

sometimes you are on the bottom rung

Somewhere in a darkened crypt

death sits stacking the cards

always in his favour

his gaming muscles ripped

you must always be on your guard

to win you can never waiver

his play, another level

though he never cheats

he just revels

in other people’s defeats

The games we play, life and death

love and hate

heart and soul

tied together by the hand of fate

I feel empty, a graveyard hole

but my words still flow

a bow ribbon to decorate

heart and soul

boxed up ready to go

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.