Played

by Linda   Feb 16, 2020


The key is undetermined,
The game is very obscure,
The lock is darkly hidden,
The players are left unsure.

The turn of one is taken,
The turn of two gets scathed,
The turn of three is havened,
The fourth is left betrayed.

Around the moat is beastly,
Over the bridge are waves,
The castle is sharp and thorny,
The players must behave.

The light is coloured yellow,
The dice is deep dark blue,
The level of maturity,
Is hidden amongst the clues.

The winner will be triumphant,
The loser will sorely cry,
The ones in between still beaten,
The twist is left to die.

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