Oblivious to the sands of time,
I strived to create a visible rhyme.
From the four suits in my upper hand,
A marvel was going to born and stand.
My hopes were high,
my dreams big enough.
I was going to do it
no matter how tough.
But the joker had plans of his own,
And I had no idea of the evil he had sown.
I was near the end; i picked up the final card,
Gloating at my accomplishment like a boffin bard.
I placed the final card and I stepped back to admire.
When suddenly I realised the ground level wasn’t there!
Floating in air like a cloudy dream,
Oh how impossible it seemed!
Then the joker just made then tiniest of sound,
Smothering the castle of my dreams to the ground.
And there i was, lying on my back.
Surrounded by cards of white, red and black.
With sleep slipping out of my veins,
It was time to be normal again.