The Plan

You three circled the village
And came to a decision—
All you would need was a spell

Powerful enough to twist
The massive fasces of odds
Against you in your favor.

Then, when you bought a ticket
You would, most likely, win it.
Then, you could pounce on the house

By the lake, buy it in cash,
And move right in before death
Could tap you on the shoulder.

A plan is a simple thing.
You’ll die in that house, in spring.