Building an altar

For my own fun, I come for luck, where, struck up,

Contrariwise, crafted into play, trick or treat’s the question begging,

My heart’s dice, into Earth’s hands, placed in her

Whichever way, dice in the game, thrown, cast away –

Where are we going, all drunk like us, dwarves?

Into the earth led, taking home love’s bent walk,

Yet not yet, she waved, and yet to come, to win her

Hand placed on heart, my altar to love, perchance ’tis where her die lands