One Red Die

November 9, 2010
By Anonymous

Lost inside the darknesss
The die learns to plan
For all the tumbling he must do
He must escape the man.

As the box begins to open
I gaze into marvelous light
His hand reaches to find me
A relief from my eternal night.

I know I have little control
Of the direction I may go
One thing is for sure I will escape
How I do they'll never know

My multi-faced body
Collides with the granite top
I'm nearly there, so very close
A jump, skip, and a hop.

I'm falling fast over the edge
Waiting for the crash
I feel the floor on my face
They shouldn't have been so rash

I roll and tumble
Perfroming tricks
I land as a straight
Four, Five, Six

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