Light Weight,
Champion of fate,
He shuffles dices,
Tricked of late,
Chance is of game,
But the roll is yet to claim,
For twin faces,
Lies hidden places,
The player is alone,
With luck atoned,
He kneels as numbers appear,
Closing his eyes with fear,
The play is over,
His hand holds no lover,
He shouted in laughter,
To the warden of his soul:
“Please rejoice,
Silent keeper,
Victory has no voice,
Just as the Reaper…”
Luc Laverdure