Gambit sat at a casino table watching as the black jack dealer shuffled the cards for him and his two card game partners, Bobby and Scott, who had agreed to come and play him.

He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for respect

Gambit watched as the dealer put each card down on the table and thought of how he had got addicted to cards in the first place.

He deals the cards to find the answer The scared geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance

He watched as Bobby and Scott both picked up their card and rearranged them according to suit or number. Gambit wanted to smile but cards didn't mean anything to him, without Rouge.

I know that the spades are the swords of a solider I know the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart

Gambit looked down at his cards and saw they were all hearts. The queen reminded him of Rouge and the first time they had meet.

He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades

He could still remember the last time he had seen her before she had left him during the night with out a note, leaving him to worry. I know that the spades are the swords of a solider I know the clubs are weapons of war

Gambit put down his cards and watched as Bobby and Scott did the same both not knowing the game as well as him.

I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart

Gambit watched as the two pushed their money forward after losing. He didn't get the usual thrill he had when he was young and the game had depended on his survival.

And if I told you I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of many faces The mask I wear is one

The gloves he was wearing began to itch as his flammable touch began to burn the material. Gambit rubbed his hands together and tried to ignore the pain.

Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who fear are lost

The dealer dealt out another round and Gambit watched as Scott and Bobby dug into their pockets for more money.

I know that the spades are the swords of a solider I know the clubs are weapons of war

Gambit threw forward a twenty-dollar note and picked up his cards. They were all queens. Gambit's hands continued to burn and gambit watched as his skin came into contact with the card

I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart

Gambit looked around quickly and threw the card to the other side of the casino. He then got to his feet and saw Scott and Bobby looked at him questionably.

But that's not the shape of my heart But that's not the shape of my heart But that's not the shape of my heart

Gambit threw his money at them and the three ran out the casino just as the card exploded near a row of slot machines