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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag, Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain, Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power. The devil's agent of deception is he, retaining a list of names To collect upon, this gentlemen bandit of the forsaken. He is here on the dark master’s behalf, ready to claim on The I.O.U's signed by the greedy, and innocence fallen. Quietly, moving amongst the crowded venues, he waits Until his lord calls the name of the unlucky, to be reposed. Dance do the neon lights, flashing towards pleasure dens of iniquity, As ladies whom belong unto the night itself, offer their Tokens of favor, for a working man's paycheck. Black jacks twenty-one, cut those cards, and pass them out The first timers dumb luck, will deliver him unto evil, On this walkers dead man's list tonight. Against the loaded dice, no soul is left unsanctified, On the sacred green velvet altar, the wheel of fortune Spins out of control, then hitting the baccarat tables Wooden wall, someone screams snake eyes. Then all is lost, faded are the dreams of illusion, melting away Into the harsh desert soil, along the road side leading to sin city. Beneath the arid sandy duns, lies the grave yard Of the unknown unidentified, a missing persons Smorgasbord of the rich and infamous, lying right Beside, the unreported poor man corpse. This is the Grim Reapers play ground, taunting And tormenting, those begging for redemptions Last chance to gain a reprieves pardon. But when tapped by his golden cain of death, Your life's essence has wagered it's last bet, To the winner goes the spoils, and now you Belong unto the devil. People say what happens in Vegas stays There, and rightly so will he agree, with his blackened Heart and soul, for after all is this not The capital of hell on earth, known as Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada. The populations of the undead just added Another’s names tally and the gentlemen Dressed all in black, is sent a wandering Again amongst the crowed streets, to claim Another victim in the dark master’s wrath of Vengeance. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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