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The Dead Man's Hand
In shadowed halls where whispers roam,
And fortunes shift like rolling foam,
A table waits with scars of fate,
History’s cruel, unyielding weight.
The cards are dealt with silent dread,
Each face a tale of dreams long dead,
A gambler’s hopes, a stake so grand,
Now etched in time – the dead man’s hand.
Ghostly echoes of laughter fade,
As stories crash in shadowed glade,
The dice of chance spin wild and bold,
Yet in their grip – the past retold.
From gilded dreams to bitter ends,
What once was fortune now descends,
A dance of luck, a fleeting stand,
Eternal game – the dead man’s hand.
Echoes of the Unseen
Dusty boots trace forgotten footsteps,
Paths of shadows where whispers wane,
In the ghostly chill of evening’s depth,
Echoes linger, a haunting refrain.
Cards laid bare on a table worn,
A dead man’s hand, the fateful game,
Stories etched in the oak long-torn,
Where fortune danced, now just a name.
Underneath the starlit shroud,
Old dreams curl like smoke in the night,
Each breath of wind a phantom crowd,
Returning what’s lost to the fading light.
And in that silence, where memories play,
The dust settles deep where legends lay.
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