Into the Blackest Night
by Michael Doyle

After a charlatan's talk of romance
Shuffled by in the cards of chance
Friends from the other side tell the tale
Half past the shaded gates of Hell

It seems that games of chance are legendary
As sleight of hands make truth contrary
To believe that it's all down to royalty
When there are as many chances as fish in the sea

The hopes are high, even when funds are low
But a little side-hustle and who's to know
The color of true freedom is often green
However you get it, if you know what I mean

Shaking the hand of a poor sinner's hand
Changes the odds if try to understand
With a wink and a nod, signed on the dotted line
It makes no difference, when you've signed that line

On and on, as the night dances into the masked ball
For those who wished more than they can even recall
Shining there in the Devil's waltz under the spotlight
Deceived like a heinous whisper into the blackest night

(c) August 23, 2023  Michael Doyle
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