All my plans are in accord,
Thousand trials for a sword.
Sennight Gauntlets I shall join,
Wretched mistakes be all gone.
Allies at my beck and call,
Cards tossed around for their lore.
Three strikes down for a reward,
Now to gather greater force.
Dice oppose and all rebel,
To assaults someone had fell.
Glory close yet glory far,
Leaving one with endless scars.
Victors’ debt must be repaid,
Losers’ sins all washed away.
All is clear when the coin flips,
To game’s joy I shall call dibs.
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