The dice fell fast, the choice was made,
No mercy in the shifting shade.
The weight of fate, a silent hand,
A destiny he could not stand.
A vow was sworn beneath the sky,
Love's fleeting touch, a whispered lie.
Desire burned but did not stay,
The heart turned cold, then slipped away.
A blade was drawn in empty streets,
A fight embraced, a fate completes.
The dice had spoken, steel had sung,
One final breath within his lung.
The last throw spun, the silence grew,
No luck remained, no path was new.
The numbers laughed, the night stood still,
A life undone, a fate fulfilled.
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