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Seated upon his paper throne,

with stoic grin and heart of stone,

his scepter but a glowing pen,

that blinds with verbal radiance,

the king of hearts enjoys the game,

poetic verse his claim to fame.



No blink of eye for love betrayed,

nor single trace of guilt portrayed,

for chagrined pain that he has wrought

in artful dance of inked gavotte,

He revels in the decadence

of his clandestine eloquence.



Collected hearts strewn at his feet

of ladies fair and damsels sweet.

No thought has he for consequence;

The challenge met at their expense,

amassing trophies on display

by flourish of his quill epee.



Yet time will come for much remorse,

with lessons taught by life’s recourse.

The vengeful hand of fate shall deal,

revoking luck with no repeal,

and, as a gambler overstayed,

‘tis he who plays who shall be played.



One day the king of hearts shall rue,

when whom he loves shall prove untrue.

Justice meted in irony

for one who lacks integrity.

He, that from paths of honor strays,

a debt of retribution pays.