In the smoky haze of a neon-lit room, Where shadows dance and whispers loom, A deadly game begins to bloom, As souls are cast into the gloom. Around the table, faces grim, Eyes locked in a deadly stare, As fate’s cruel hand deals on a whim, And the room fills with silent prayer. Russian Roulette, a game of chance, Where life and death dance hand in hand, In the heart of this twisted trance, Where fate decides where to land. A revolver spins, a moment’s pause, Each click a heartbeat, loud and clear, As tension mounts, without a cause, And the specter of death draws near. For in this game of life and death, There are no winners, only fate, As each player takes a final breath, And the wheel of destiny turns its gate. So heed the warning, oh mortal soul, For in the game of Russian Roulette, The price you pay may take its toll, And leave you tangled in regret.
Gambit of Fate
