DAME FORTUNE

Draw the sheet that bindeth the world,
let the celtic cross word the future,
that the suffering of your heart,
bring forth destruction foretold.

Run against misfortune's gale,
Leap out the worry of today,
for tomorrow whadst thou hideth,
shall be present and incurable.

Thine words calm,
Thine actions resolve,
forgive the nature from which you were summoned,
'tis where love is, afterall.