Russian Roulette Poem by Kristian Rousseau

It's a celebration!
The festival of guns, the carnival of cruelty
The revolver rested on the round table

The knights revolved the same, rotating glances
Twice at each other,
Twice at the stainless demon-
And thrice at themselves
That's 6 lives,6 chambers, and 7 glances

One sane person would be terrified of the cackling evil taking form of metal
Each man, held his own dividend, which the other 5 hope to divide and conquer among themselves

This game is harmless, once you're lucky
But to one sane person who does not believe in luck, what would he do?
By what means is luck granted,
One person must have been at the back of the line when it ran out
One of the lucky 5 would be the one to take the lotto first

First up was Pryde, he escaped the fate
Next was Envi, he escaped the fate
Following was Angur, he escaped the fate
After was Slauth, he escaped the fate
Then was Gluttony, he escaped the fate
Last in line was Lusst,
…Last in line, su ultimo

Take a chance, trust to luck, that the bullet wasn't in that chamber
The trigger went off

They rotated glances once more
Once at the cackling devil
Twice at themselves
Thrice at the corpse on the floor

That's 6 glances,6 chambers and 5 lives, plus one death