A Prayer for Luck

A throw of dice, now watch them spin and twist,

Across green felt, hypnotic and unsure

The crowd entranced by their vinous allure

Final tumble, The Lady blows a kiss

Duo relents amidst their midnight tryst,

To see a thousand stars shoot, no fewer

On this their perfect night; hallowed and pure

A mirthful smile She fades into the mist

O’ Mistress of Chance and Hope manifest

Tis’ not gold or stars above that I lack

On this my night of entreating duress

But grit and cunning amidst attack

For a touch of your hand, no more no less

Should suffice to keep my campaign intact.