Fairytales Around A Lightbulb- The Art Of War Poem by Cupid Missed

The best moments of our lives
Are those we never see coming,
My fears reveberate
As she calls my raise-
In my cards and her pokerface
I see no future but I play still
To prevent my face from fading
My name from dying,
My legacy from evaporating
Magic could work-
I do not have a wand-
My silence cannot
Break her indomitable spell,
We are on opposite sides
Of the hour glass,
While on the bottom half
Waiting for the sand to bury me
Hither I am defeated by her beauty
If an ace fails at the next deal-
And another from my sleeves
Ofcourse all this she does not know,
For I too, a pokerface.