Luck

Luck is not a moment It is not florin or fluke Luck is steady, luck is Fragrant of the bloom When all else is getting old The candle signals to two Gilded crowns, the vastest Crowns on the top When one is more than enough When two is more than enough It is nuptial luck, the luck has domed Thrones and crowns and wealth And the morning and the night The moment’s hatless saddle If you can’t complain Long aches and pain Luck. It is a moment It is both florin and fluke Luck is steady, luck is Fragrant of the bloom