The End

I was at the top of my game.

The perfect hand.

I had seen the light.

And I knew how I was going to play my cards.

Then the tide changed.

I don’t know why.

Or how it happened.

But I fell.

Just when I was about to lay it down,

I lost it all.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

But I’d worked so hard.

Given it my all.

And somehow I paved the way for another.

Gave him all the keys.

Taught him all the tricks.

I thought it was the one.

I was in for the kill.

But in the end, I won nothing.

Nothing but a fit of jealous rage.

And a dark black hole to be sick in.

And I screamed out at the world.

Cursed it’s very name.

I tried to escape.

Tried to escape.

But I couldn’t.

For deep down, I still want to play the game.

But why?

There is nothing in it anymore.

No strawberry pancakes.

No subtle convictions.

No more adventures.

Nothing.

All I have left is a Fool’s hope

And a shiny dagger.