Baccarat 11/11/11
What burns so fiercely Hatter Alice asked through watering eyes, ‘The cards My dear, the cards, Deck upon deck, torn and lifeless Fodder for eternally voracious flames.’
‘Were they not worthy yet Of headstone standing tall, Lined in suits, laid in colors To be seen, counted and honored For the worth of their valiant dealings?’
Griffin wept from just the realization That this child saw through the haze, Those skyward drifting endless plumes Fed constant by discarded hands Black and white cast upon the embers.
Far too many, without numbers, Suits destroyed and colors faded, Unintentional losses, collateral damage, From pointless risky all-in bluffs Declared unwittingly in crooked games.
Lion pawed at Griffins shoulder Entreating him to turn away, "But I must stay and mourn awhile Afore this deck is lost neath newer dealings And no one truly comprehends their worth."
Beckoning Alice and Hatter to follow Lion led them to the ornate gates, "Griffin will guard, as long as he can stand Memorizing every scrap of each card dutifully Immortalizing those the players have forget."
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