Hold’em Callous and Close

 

The challenge thrown at my feet,

acceptably met in delight,

The cold occupant of my blood drenched void,

screaming in silent elation,

Twin apposing souls to deliver sweet agony,

in the form of the others plight,

Cold psyche casting its devious intent to my beloved’s murderous provocation.

 

The flop

The beginning of our macabre game

A round preceding the expected in escalation.

 

The challenge wonderous in dark anticipation,

of the sublime killing to come,

Gambling of polluted souls,

concluding in the others in roaring dominance,

Mind cast and ready for the deliverance of innocent lives,

sorely to succumb,

Or dice soon to be cast against the other passions of our true disturbance.

 

The Turn

The opportunity to offer the unexpected

A round fitting of horrendous continuation in stakes

 

The challenge magnificent in completion,

finality bound in its termination,

What cold desires shall we reign on the other,

devoid of man’s consequences.

To relish the suffering in each other,

soon be dealt in tones of goaded exaltation.

The deck stacked with nausea inducing repercussions.

 

The River

If Valkyrie does indeed make it this far

A round with all on the line, or one last trick to ruin.