
To Duel With The Dealer In The Pale Moon LightTo Duel With The Dealer In The Pale Moon Light
In a dark, forgotten game room in a cluttered, tarnished mind
Two dark figures step up to a table, somber and resigned
As one figure takes a deck of cards, shuffling them in hoof
His hollow holes of eyes look to the other, quite aloof
His cloak is dust and shadows and his bones clank in the wind
He tips his hat to his lady and lets the games begin
One, two, three, four, five touch a table warped and free of shine
Like a dull and rusty dagger carved it from an ancient pine
As a horn alights with magic and the cards come rustling up
The light patterns off her face just as she's emptying
Sorry.
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