Farkleschnide

Farkle, you enchanting application on Facebook.
Held captive, am I, within your world of chance and intrigue.
Besting more scores, permeates my every awakened thought. Damn you.

Deceptively welcoming,
You lure your prey to your evil web of green velvet and red die-die-die-die-die-die,
Within which souls lie spellbound by your quizzical game.


To the highest rafters soars jubilation upon realizing your protagonist has rolled six ones!
Equally matched in its extremity by the depths to which the heart sinks,
When nary a five, one, straight, triplet or druther appears.

You twixy vixen of mayhem and mirth,
Your prisoners in gaming fall helpless to your pull,
And gaze unto your screen, trying desperately to determine,
If your algorithms are pure, true and random.

Doubt it.