I am the empty casket of your affections
twisted with the dust of misfortune.
You were the Lady Luck to my Eros;
I had the passion but you had
the miracles that placed us together.
The flag of Fates lies over me now,
woven with the destiny I fulfilled
against the moments I passed over.
And I am hollow.
In the end, they whisper, luck
abandons us all.
