LUCK

But still I wonder

Why it is

That I should carry Them

They share the plunder

Piles of gold

That I

Did carry in

They walk Beside me,

silent as Ghosts

their breath

is Short and sharp

breaking silence

only dares to do

is a startled

cherry carp

the cave is dark

the walls are wet

the water

brown with muck

And to escape

This certain death

Requires a larger

Amount

Of luck

Snapping jaws

Severed limbs

Panic rises

Like bile

Guns click

Sickenly

Gunpowder wet

Defiled

The monster raises

Its hideous

Head

Yellow eyes gleaming

And the hidden

Truth

The story of luck

Simultaneously lost

Its meaning.