Charades Poem by Seth Kaileen

Charades



That hand has been played.
The coin has been flipped.
The numbers have been pulled.
The results are always the same.
Fold.
Heads.
666.
Now the curtains have been drawn.
The tricks no longer work.
The show has ended.
What have we learned?

Saturday, January 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: master
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