Charm
by Ebony
Bitterness; he's stopped
believing in good luck.
Never was such a thing,
never will be.
Push yourself a little harder.
Smirking; he doesn't care
or even know why
anymore,
only that he won't - he can't stop.
Not
until he's won.
(And then,
will there be anything
left
for him to live for?)
Not until satisfaction
(sweet;
like European chocolate)
touches his lips, and
defeat is
admitted; until
he earns it, and it is his.
All
his.
Only then...
Yes, he learned a long time
ago
that luck means nothing at all.