It was late at night and the thunder roared.
A bright flash of light across the sky now soared.
The rain poured down and the cold winds howled.
He saw a hooded old man with a scythe and a scowl.

His journey of life was near the end of its run.
He now looked back on all he had done.
The reaper now stood just ten feet away.
He had some cards on a table with just one game to play.

If you’re up for the task you can return anew.
Win this game of chance and there will be nothing you can’t do.
Your life will reset and your future will shine.
Just pick one card that’s better than mine.

If you should lose, your soul I will take.
Your teeth I’ll grind and your bones I will break.
Once you take a seat there is no turning back.
Make the right choice or face my attack.