Taken: Part 2

The cards are dealt and the game begins He can’t feel the cards as most of his nerves are dead, but he sees himself holding them Seems impossible; he’s already holding two aces Calls for three cards to replace the others Astounded, he stares at his current hand This additional ace makes three One more go-around awards him with the last and final ace He knows he’s won, but refuses to believe it’s real Lays down the cards, the game is called in his favor The strangely dressed man approaches him with the prizes In his left hand he bares a .357 Magnum with one bullet to spare In his right, a check for two million dollars He briefly basks in the opportunity to finally have relief To finally afford and buy the freedom he’s so long dreamt of Seems ironic; the final betrayal, this last, final thought Is of nothing and no one, but the one he lost