Alphabet Soup a Riddle
Without further interruption a game, riddle.
Abyssal void manifests a skeleton and a cloak,
he has a sickle but is no reaper,
plays cards instead.
Dealt in a kraken with all sevens,
four on the board but the dice are rolling,
snap you from your reverie.
If this is the grim reality of a toad,
aimed at hue manatee then whose diamonds bled,
all I see are droplets of rubies.
Dave’s Jones is knocking his ship is sinking,
he shows the X but there is no spot,
so where is your treasure?
Extra clue,
sevens are wild.
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