Fortune shines upon you.
It smiles and it turns.
Anticipation it kills it drives.
It twists and it bends.

They say that "Fortune favors the bold."
When you've done nothing but,
It toys and it watches
Fortune descends upon you.

You can stare in disbelief,
You can pray and beg and yearn.
It will wait.
Whatever you deserve, whatever you want.

Don't bother.
It will spin and it will take.
Wherever the rain,
The scales, they mourn for you.

Sharpened teeth and hungry eyes.
You can hope.
But you as well as anyone know,
Fortune is in the audience.

When dullness strikes uncertainty.
How do you do it?
Pray, you fortunate *******.

That there are things you've left unsaid that
fortune decides to spare.
-Percy