The cards I shuffled as the taper waned,
I cut the deck and then each half I laid
Like crates upon some fine oak promenade,
My beating heart, so hard it sweat and strained,
As I drew out a card the Fates ordained,
And threw upon the table one black spade,
Then knew that life and love had each betrayed
Me here, the awful death card so obtained.
And then I dreamed of you, and how you’d gone
To leave me so bereft and all alone,
You flew like some fell banshee taking flight,
And now I knew I’d never see the dawn.
Above my head they’d place a polished stone,
I doused the wick, then walked into the night.
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Submission Name: Death Card
