“Why fight the inevitable?
Your future is set,
Your hand has been dealt,
Just give up.
You’ll never win.”

The bony smile
Patiently waits
For its grim words
To reach your soul
And break it.

The hollow eyes
Have no emotion,
Yet you can see surprise
And just a little disbelief
As they regard
Your insane grin.

“You forget…”
Growls your own voice,
As you stand up
And raise your sword.
“With every breathe,
The cards reshuffle.”