The Thing With Fangs

O Fortune Fortune.

Tell me, Fortune Fortune

whom the people call fickle,

whose fault it is 

that the voice I was given

is one that speaks such lies?

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Tell me, O Fortune Fortune

whom they say stabs the backs of those turned,

who I can blame for the lips 

that conceal tongues as sharp as blades,

that slice the heart deeper than any flesh?

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Tell me, Fortune Fortune

whom they say is faulty in gifting,

why it is that the heart I was given

is like a silly child,

and runs wherever open arms await?

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Tell me, O Fortune Fortune

whom they call the Lady Luck,

if there is any gold in my future,

be it laughter that is warmer than sunlight,

or love brighter than fiery stars?

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Tell me, Fortune Fortune

whom they say is more treacherous than stormy seas,

if you shall warn me 

when your knife comes down

and strikes me in the spine,

whether I shall turn to stone?

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Tell me, O Fortune Fortune

whom we know is a great and terrible god,

that should you 

in all your fickleness,

in all your tomorrow murders,

in all your faulty gifting,

in all your lucky stars,

in all your tempestous seas,

if there is a heaven,

beyond mere mortal sight,

where your fortune needs no whim,

where dreams need no fortune?

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O Fortune Fortune,

tell me I pray,

that this heaven

is a place where lonely hearts

whose lips speak false

and who bleeds salty tears

may stay?