{"id":97094,"date":"2021-06-26T20:18:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T00:18:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=97094"},"modified":"2021-07-04T03:50:46","modified_gmt":"2021-07-04T07:50:46","slug":"the-hand-that-is-dealt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-hand-that-is-dealt\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR 13 The Hand That Is Dealt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The hand that is dealt, from emergence to ashes,<br \/>\nUnable to quell that need within, eternally alone,<br \/>\nUntil I saw the fire in his eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Wrathful fire, flames that burn with fervor and fury,<br \/>\nSimultaneously they spark, incinerating us constantly,<br \/>\nUntil I saw the fear in my soul.<\/p>\n<p>The hand that is dealt, from emergence to ashes,<br \/>\nUnable to fall without a fight, unable to submit,<br \/>\nUntil I saw the fire in his eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Wrathful vengeance intertwined with intense craving,<br \/>\nSimultaneously needing the kill, struggle for control,<br \/>\nUntil one of us drowns.<\/p>\n<p>The hand that is dealt, from emergence to ashes,<br \/>\nUnable to relent, enforcing the arousing struggle,<br \/>\nUntil one of us is extinguished.<\/p>\n<p>Wrathful pride forces my hand, and I offer the sport,<br \/>\nSimultaneously unable to surrender, bloodied hands,<br \/>\nUntil one of us is subdued.<\/p>\n<p>The hand that is dealt, from emergence to ashes,<br \/>\nI lay my cards on the table,<br \/>\nTo oppose the other\u2019s supremacy,<br \/>\nWe pick the prey of our opponent,<br \/>\nAnd the kill must go ahead.<br \/>\nRegardless of attachment,<br \/>\nRegardless of innocence,<br \/>\nRegardless of kinship.<\/p>\n<p>The loser forfeits freedom, to the will of the other,<br \/>\nAnd the victor determines the price!<\/p>\n<p>Confident of my ability, I await his response,<br \/>\nAnd my impending sovereignty. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The hand that is dealt, from emergence to ashes, Unable to quell that need within, eternally alone, Until I saw the fire in his eyes. Wrathful fire, flames that burn with fervor and fury, Simultaneously they spark, incinerating us constantly, Until I saw the fear&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":278,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97094","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97094","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/278"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97094"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99341,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97094\/revisions\/99341"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}