Pretty Maggie Moneyeyes Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

A smoky casino the shadows dance,
A lonely gambler takes one last chance.
With a defeated heart and pockets bare,
He stands before the machine, unaware.
Her whispers weave through the neon glow,
A siren's song in a world of woe.

Spin me let our fortunes collide,
She is a ghost from the past that he can't outride.
She's haunting this metal with eyes like coal
A heartless dealer playing for his soul
One last dollar to light up the night,
A gambler's curse wrapped in delight.

Maggie was born in shadows, where dreams fell apart,
A queen of despair with a broken heart.
Her final moments on her final day,
She fed her desires as her life slipped away.
She is now trapped in a cage of silver and gold,
She waits for her lover—so desperate and cold.

Spin me let our fortunes collide,
A ghost from the past that he can't outride.
She's haunting this metal with eyes like coals
A heartless dealer playing for his soul
One last dollar to light up the night,
A gambler's curse wrapped in delight.

When he pulls that lever and feels his luck rise
A smile spreads wide as he gazes at lies;
"Just one more hit, " she whispers so sweet
But love turns to dust beneath victory's heat.

Lights flash bright as he takes off his mask,
Forgetting her sorrow within every task;
His heart starts racing, it can't take much more
As she dances around him like flames on the floor.

Spin me, oh spin me, let our fortunes collide,
A ghost from the past that he can't outride.
She's haunting this metal with eyes like coal
She is a heartless dealer playing for his soul
One last dollar to light up the night,
She is this gambler's curse wrapped in delight.

In echoes of laughter where silence once lay;
The gambler falls hard when he plays it her way
His spirit now bound to the machine evermore
Maggie smiles at him laying on the casino floor