Shuffle the cards
as the read upon my thread
seams, weaved by the fates
Oh, what frightening divination
For I sit upon the Wheel of Fortune.
Gaily alive and jubilant
Lady Luck smiles,
at times the wheel rolls skyward.
In twinge of misery
shadowed by Death
as the wheels rolls downward.
Mercurial and fickle
my erratic wheel of fortune
But I can no longer stand strong
in this spasmodic nature.
In heat and cold,
I live in desultory
For I sit upon, the wheel of fortune.
*Illustrations drawn by Rann | Facebook | Twitter | Deviantart |* I do not own this picture, credit goes to her.
