Die Is Cast
Destiny engraved in the palm of my hand
Like the twisting finger of a compass
Grant my wishes like the nodding of a wand
Make the victor that I was
For in this field that I am uncertain
Faith in thee is my only captain
The die is cast, may it not be in vain
As I venture the rugged plain
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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