Unsound motive, questionable aim.
The best no doubt is still the host,
But none can beat the silent ghost.
The two-way mirror holds the clue,
Into this world of fifty-two.
No matter what you think you hold,
A timely pair can take the gold.
The players think that cheating wins,
But the ghost is counting up their sins.
The way to win is through the bluff,
Pay to see if you have enough.
The hands held close, the stakes are high,
Impassive faces, guarded eye.
The bets are placed, the cards are turned,
And all but one of the hands are burned.
Your debts will rise throughout the game,
A small win is yours by right to claim.
But when you care to check your purse,
And you let go a silent curse,
Remember well the cards that fall,
The silent ghost has taken all.
Death
