The goddess Fate,
Of dreams and visions made.
With puppet lives,
Is her poker played.

She laughs, she snarls,
She grins an’s gone.
Her game is done,
Not her last card drawn.

Fate’s given up,
‘For she’s won.
Her lucks not near.
Her rein is done.

The table’s vacant,
The king of jewels:
He stares up at the night…
Taken the route of fools.

Lady Fate, in darkness, lost,
Her game, her power…
She’s not to get it again-
Her future’s only hour by hour.