Waverley

The love you blow, are dice gone astray, a fool with every throw, is it in your creed, to circle night from day, why you can't see, in garments sewn, like a drunken oblate, gambling's all you know, tables chased by whiskey, nowhere's talk of shame, lightning sets you free, looking like a scarecrow, poker has no grace, head bowed as you go, don't come back to me, plead to ease your pain, how to make you happy, brilliant atonement, glistens your name, not one last sorrow, in your face.