Such torment, insult, rapid.
Can't control it, speedy entity.
Powerful decisions, effective arrest.
Such is luck,
a tempest within, a storm brews.
It is out of my reach, out of my designation to demand-
such is the vast magnitude of luck.
Scarlet nails,
blood-dyed lips.
Where she comes, no one knows.
And where she touches is where the spring blooms.
Demand? No
Request? No
Just prayers,
     and a bit of luck?