Gamb(ler)it

Pseudo random million choices
Devil only threw the dices

Gambling for one million more souls
Wishing army of few more ghouls

Wishing for the wildest of Queens
Which even haunted him in Dreams

Always tiring for the best match
Ill and Cursed were his catch

But the Lord never sleep
and does always Peep

The wishes of devil
He had to keep

One or Three, 1000 free
They just work in Harmony