Blackjack Poem by Kaytee Zephyr

Increase the dose against her will
Attempt in spite of the chance of a miracle
She’s in-between herself as the curtain drops
The lights go on, but her face is still just a shadow
Away….

She’s folded and her heart has turned cold
Ace’s face forward and she’s ready to go
Clover strikes the midnight hour
Spades fade throughout the night,
And there’s only one left standing still.
A flower. Simple yet so delicate
Holding unto a thread

All that’s left is a single thread
Cut from the needle that fed her through the crisis
She’s still under the influence
A ghost is all that’s left
A simple, yet delicate thread

So, she keeps her cards held close to her heart
And we keep our hands held close
So, were not gonna let her go
She’s only a shadow away x3
We’ll attempt this miracle tonight
When the clock strikes midnight
The lights go on, but her face is still just a shadow
Away…

She’s folded and her heart has turned cold
Ace’s face forward and she’s ready to go
Clover strikes the midnight hour
Spades fade throughout the night,
And there’s only one left standing still.
A flower. Simple yet so delicate
Holding unto a thread
And now a ghost is all that’s left