Pass her by(e)

She showers me from above with falling spades, having then gift-wrapped the stems with little hearts... a full public service which she's housed in shades

of now red and black poison injected darts.

You'll find her masked as a queen, holding multiple aces, bluffing a community, under multiple faces.

Diamonds of wisdom she pretends to display, when diamonds to cut is the truth of her play.

Stacking the deck against me, she continues to game, a system that she's rigged, with absolutely no shame.

Since all she believes is no feign then no gain,

I must question then at what cost and whose pain?

Club members pleased as she slanders, applaud - the clubbing of a young man's heart, oh God - -

Please help guide my hand to fold in place of fight, instead of gambling my virtue out of spite, against a sick and sinister soul's sad plight. Force me not to poke-her with your spades of light, win or lose...flip my dream turned nightmare tonight.

I am struggling with this motion to check live or expire, as a resolution that is urgent and morbidly dire-

'twas just on the table, then on the pan, now off to The Friar, as His second is needed, to go all-in this, trial by fire.

Father, let it be in my cards, to do what is just... and help me to cremate, this invoice, for poison lust.

Lord, make me not risk laying to waste, this old bully from a schoolyard fight; bless me with luck and heavenly might, for a tournament noble and chaste.

Consider the nights I’ve spent digging her ditch, please honor the time that I've lost to this witch, whose rage’s raised from an emotional glitch, of jealousy folded in a single stitch.

I’m hereby knocking to check on slaying this snitch, calling Azrael to push the dumbwaiter switch.

Although a 50/50 chance is blindly set by your crown,

I pray that her pair of elevator arrows, both, Show-Down!

Nay, help make me the hero and this order delay... cancel making me victim to becoming one's prey,

just protect me from evil as I kneel, and I pray:

“our horsemen, who art in Heaven, now summoned and nigh-- pass, by,

pass, by.”

And now four suited stallions, flush with black hearts, neigh loudly but voiceless, in front of their carts.

Marking her players who all vote as one, to majority counts of four to one.

I am still human at the end of this day, so I ask you, Yahweh, to end this decay.

I wish not to cash-out on her last sigh, no reins or noose, to soon hold up and tie. I’ve good left in me and I wish to try asking your horsemen for a pass to buy - -

a way,

away,

from this burned passerby.

I'll pay her ante across the River Styx,

chips sprung from her eye sockets with reaper sticks, fortune stuffed in her pockets with fire picks.

Proclaiming the odds at even they cry: ‘all bets are final to live or help die’! Swords at the ready and ready to fly, riders are shuffling to deal upon high, sickles now flopping like hail from the sky, turning her tombstone with acid and lye, the river’s mouth’s showing halva and rye –

goodnight fine horsemen, hello and goodbye.

Kindly pardon one last thing, just as a postscript, my King...

pairing Hell and high purpose within this fog of straight sight, I present to your horsemen, this final kicker tonight - -

pass her by / pass her, bye.