Dice Man 2: The Last Roll Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

He let the dice command his fate, Through love and war, through fear and hate. A gambler's vow, a hollow dream, No mercy left for fate's extreme.

He took a wife, yet felt unbound, Her touch was warm, yet he was drowned. Desire fled with trembling hand, A lover lost to shifting sand.

A blade was drawn, a fight began, A duel against his former plan. The dice declared he must stand tall, Yet in the dust, he learned to fall.

In every choice, the numbers spoke, His heart was theirs, the will he broke. No fear remained, no path unknown, Yet still, he walked the road alone.

He cast them once, his final breath, But dice can't bargain fate from death. The numbers danced, a cruel design— The end was his, yet not divine.