The Phantom Gamblers of the Silver State

Previously

…In crimson felt, a haunting trance. A card shark’s gaze, a socialite’s sigh, Beneath the neon, spirits lie. The pact they made, a desperate vow, To play their hand, here and now. Unfinished games, a lingering debt, In desert heat, they can’t forget. But Elias came, with patient eye, To hear the whispers, not to pry. To mend old wrongs, with gentle hand, And bring some peace to this dry land. The house may win, in coin and gleam, But spirits find their final dream. A quiet calm, a fading trace, Nevada’s secrets, time can’t erase. For in the glow, where fortunes spin, A deeper story lies within. Of lives that burned, then flickered low, The Silver State, where ghosts still go.