The Dealer

The King of Hearts has a sword through his head on the cards, here is the tale of why.

Here, boy
Let me show you a game of some
Treat this like work
And a king you may become

It is a game of chance, boy
Win in the absence of work or harm
A simple hand with aces high
And a king you have become

A king mocked down on
Upon this card
So everyone can see
How idiotic you were
to place your sword in thee

My blade pierced through your mind
How easy it is to mold clay
Although you are the king of hearts
What you did was for lust not love
And to be in the place you will never see

I am the Devil, child
You have fed your temptation
The cards are played and the hand is dealt
You sliced your ear away from Father of Creation

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Splendid read and write. An excellent take on how we can be enticed and tend to stray.