The cold winds blew with loneliness and hate. <br /> He struggled on against an unknown fate, <br /> His courage grew with each cold blast, <br /> He know he would make it at last! <br /> A gambler born to fight the wrong, <br /> That rang around him like a song. <br /> The traitor stepped up into view. <br /> Up went his gun and he shot true! <br /> The traitor fell in mortal pain. <br /> Shouting out the devil's name. <br /> But there the gambler's luck ran out. <br /> And in his ears he heard a far of shout! <br /> "You've played a great game and won my son" <br /> So come and join us in the sun. <br /> His fading eyes they saw sail, <br /> Approaching fast like in a fairy tale. <br /> He saw his comrade from the fast. <br /> He smiled a smile of peace, on deck at last!<br /><br />Gordon Paul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gambler-2/
