Seven and Two
It has long since been,
I had cast my lot
Upon the twilit River Styx
Having crossed my path
With that of a shrouded traveler.
Chancing a challenge
Of Texas Hold’em
All the way down the
River ferry boat.
He tossed in his ante.
First three cards were flopped,
I stayed my bet,
Trying to feel him out.
He called my bluff, tossed in his pile,
Said, “you look like you’ve had it rough.”
Smiling I told him,
“Who me? No way!”
Refusing to let it rattle.
Calling his bet,
Hedging my luck
The turn was made.
Pair in my hands, nothing supporting,
Swallowing nonchalantly, I checked.
Throwing the cloak,
I came face to face with the ferryman.
“You wanna raise the stakes, kid?”
Smiling wide in challenge,
I inquired, “What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing major, only your soul,
Take my place on the ferry.”
Bravado in hand,
I signed in blood,
As the river flooded the table.
“Show ya cards boys,” dealer shouted.
Confidently, foolishly, my Aces fell.
“Pair of aces, not too shabby,”
“Flip em’ over, so I can collect my due.”
Heart sinking, soul wrenched out,
“Two pair, seven over twos.”
Impossible, improbable, cheat!
“You cheated, you must have!”
“Now, now, dear boy, don’t be
a sore loser, give the ferryman your toll.
The cost wasn’t so great before the river,
and now I own your soul.”