Here lies the palace of truth

Where wine and molten crowns

Shall free your heart's desires

For the price of unyielding hands.

Let this be your first game

To determine the strings attached:

Refuse their jewel-encrusted words

Let us play dice with the real world.

For fate does not sleep in crystal balls

Nor in dreams or ancient scrolls

Rather, captured in the flip of fool's gold

And the etched outcome that faces the sun.