I pray at the altar of Fate
as tears stream from my imaginations
yet the world keeps turning
on unstable foundations.
There is a pause in the air
as Lady Luck beckons me,
"Come hither, child, and at my altars
let your prayers be.
"Lady Fate and Lady Luck,
are we not one and the same?
So, come not and kneel
but let's play a game!"
"No, your Ladyship,"
"A man may have a hand in his own destiny,
and your price is far too high"
"Pish posh! Tsk, tsk"
"The price! What is the price?
To play my game, it costs no money."
"I would rather trust my own mettle
than some game of luck and chance.
Fate is not a game souls
Fate is an intricate dance"
This angered the gambler's Goddess
and made the world spin faster.
Time moved quicker and the oceans pushed and pulled
"Am not I Queen? Am I not Master?"
My voice quavered at the quickening of time
"You may have your dominion, but not over me.
Fate must have guided you here for my test
but you are blind. Fate has even your destiny!
Luck is also guided by the many arms of Fate
Even the god that all chance-takers pray to
must also lie prostrate before Fate"
And so I left that altar, knowing myself, true