Literature
Roll of Dreams
Six, one, and a three
A blank in the shot
The rolling of dreams
And gold in the pot
The dice dance chaotically
To form a delicate storm
We waltz with will in hopes of
Three against this bet our own
Fortune plays against us
And yet we roll once more
We roll a one, two, three
Double against our score
The rolling dream is terror
One we shan't wish to escape
A slip of hand, the dream goes on
Fortune gives us but an eight
I look at you and you at me
You see straight through the façade
I play not to win but to play
The uncertainty drawn me on
We, two, play a losing roll
The game grows to obsession
Or shall I call it, a love?