Lady Luck

By Frater Mastema

Holding her head up high, gaze the inner scenes theme,
Searching across that sky, close the last lights beam,
Tortured soul of life begotten, of all life's dark fortune,
Hate and pain unforgotten, paradise awaits me soon,
Emotion dulls and numbs, turmoil wraps like a cloak,
Dried, broken bread crumbs, freedom is a heavy yoke.
Up on the shadowy ledge,
The bottom my life is pledged,
Should one more misfortune call,
I swear to walk death's hall!
This lady that I have known, had built a solid wall,
It was of marbled stone, but still I would call and call,
And I must have been heard, she turned and almost smiled,
Careful were all my words, one bad could have riled,
Attraction with fear repelling, how do I say what I have to say,
It so hard in the telling, I help with no fee to pay.
Up on the threatening height,
Longing for afterlife light,
Life in absolute fear,
Sadness the flooding tears.
I looked inside a little, to see what caused this plight,
Vulgar a screeching fiddle, this...this a wicked sight!
Always the victim was she, a flower trampled under,
How could she foresee, the whip and beating thunder,
I want to make her look, at the life that can still be,
Bite that meaty hook, self adoration - to me, to me!
Up on the slippery ridge,
Look I will build you a bridge,
You can live inside your mind,
No! Release and be divine!