Seven stones,

proud in symmetry

and rounded from battle,

lie in wait,

determining the fates of so many lives

from worlds yet to be seen,

and lands waiting to be built

from the mind-up.

Non-existent nations

flourish, nonetheless, in the hearts

of those who breathe life into them

with every word,

every decision,

every roll.

Cupped palms wield these dice,

yet have no power over them,

as they are more than mere instruments

built for mortal hands.

Rather,

they are destiny in tangible form.