For Those Who Deserve Better

An interesting mistress, my love is.

She can be named by many and known by few.

Truly the Lady Luck, who frowns upon those she sent to my mistress.

Knows how much my mistress blesses those who know her.

The cruel Lady Luck sitting on jealousy and feeding on greed deeply hates those who follow our creed.

Through wealth, and fame, and peace, and love. The Lady Luck rules through lack thereof.

People who cry, "This just is not fair!" best break for the hills, Luck soon shall be there.

As soon as she helps you, you seal your own fate.

You cry her to free you from those which discriminate.

She takes you, and holds you, and makes you implore, "Please, please don't I deserve more?"

And she smiles, and nods, and just gives you time. In her own thoughts, she knows, "Your anger makes you mine".

Not my mistress she is of a different breed.

She tells what is.

Despite if it sounds rough.

Not what you want to hear.

But what you need to know.

If you follow her, you belong to yourself.

No one owns you, you have what you need.

Once you no longer fear my mistress you are the master of all you can do.

Luck will no longer take stake in your heart.

Her power negated, by your lack of regard for her.

No one will be able to wrong you, as no one is able to wrong.

At the end of your life, she reveals a truth that is the only truth that is pleasant to hear and to know.

I can not tell you, nor any of the rest.

Only she can speak it.

For she is Death.