Final spark inside my eye
From the shadow of your die
Rolls upon the wooden table
To conclude our modern fable.
On the corner for a moment
It can't choose the right proponent
From the table and the floor
Teasing us with what's in store.
When it falls it shall decide
Which one lived and which one died
Proud and tall or short and vile
Which one flashes his last smile?
D20 Despair
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