Fortuna

This solitary die's haggish cackle says it all.
Lady Fortuna? Her cauldron's bubbling,
her fire's burning,
and she's dead-set in her ways.
Lady Fortuna? What a bitch.

Her gaze is locked,
her bespectacled forsight ready to
roll snake-eyes: loaded dice, of course;
the eyes of the asp.
Fortuna may throw a game
every now and again,
but she'll never throw you a bone.

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