Neuronchaser. EndGame Gambit...

Frontline Soldier, Last Pawn on the horizontal,
Thought it was Chess, but Poker’s the con, audible.
Marked deck’s lethal, aces in the Hole,
Jokers wild in the Last Frontier, lost souls.

Bloody choice, fatal roll of the dice,
Cards shuffled dirty, every move a vice.
Kings dethroned, stronghold crumbled down,
Eyes on the EndGame, Underground’s Crown.

From the South to the Edge, fate's laid on the table,
Every bluff, every bet, Life unstable.
Line blurred between the Royal and the Rogue,
EndGame Gambit, heart left cold and broke.

Trap set with a Queen’s deceitful kiss,
Whispered schemes from shadows, nothing amiss.
Every deal, a dagger hidden, cloaked in charm,
Betrayal blooms in the Dealer’s calm.

Checkmate’s out; it’s poker now, risky game,
Knife eyes locked on the Prize, no shame.
Final round, every heart beat's a loud clap,
Blinds raised high, ready for the snap.

From the South to the Edge, fate's laid on the table,
Every bluff, every bet, life unstable.
Line blurred between the royal and the rogue,
Endgame Gambit, heart left cold and broke.