Devotion

It was an endless battle
It became his drive and motivation,
His religion
He was unquestionably devout
He waited for the time
He could once again return
To the dark halls and
Shaded corridors,
The foggy haze of cigarette smoke
Burning a hole in his lung.
Lucky star around his neck,
He played well into the night
His game becoming more frantic,
Finding it impossible
To see where he should stop,
Where the final frontier should be.
Betting with all his possessions
Everything he owned:
From his prize pony
To his chief laundry maid,
Yet still he could not stop.
A mysterious drive came over him,
Until he had nothing left.
Nothing left to give.

But he returned the next night.
And the next.
And the next.
For he was was faithful.
Dutiful.
A devout gambler.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

You are the only entry into the 10 Words I Give contest and I must say, it's excellent!! Thank you so much for your submission. Crafty! Each 10 word given was placed perfectly. Loved the Story. Congratulations!!

[Abibliophobe]

Thank you!

[Wicahpi]

You are most welcome!!