Another entry from class it is all self-explanatory
Ode
to Polyhedral Dice
Bones
Was
your ancient name
You
were the carrier of prophecy
The
messengers of destiny
Speaking
the words
Of
the divine
With
symbols and signs
Offering
hope
Confirming
fear
Through
the mouth of faith
Ivory
and Ebony
Short
breaths
Kisses
at the feet of Lady Luck
You
made paupers, kings
Only
to put them in their place
When
they dared go too far
You
are the tools of the world-makers
The
arbiter of conflict
Multifaceted
and multi-colored like the treasure
You
delegate, the lives you create and destroy
All
for the sake of adventure
And
companionship
Mystery
and superstition
Have
eternally surrounded you
As
if to say
“May
the odds always be in your favor.”
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