Riddle #2

Cast is the die that fuels this fire.

Hiding in holes to plot and conspire.

Young, naïve, blissfully inspired.

Orchestrating such unworldly desires.

The dogs and pigs feel right at home,

Scouring cities and fields in droves.

One for all, and all for naught,

Nothing is spared, not even a thought.

Countless ways to tilt the score,

Lust filled by endless lore.

Always on the cliff’s edge,

Shrilling waves fresh from pledge

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