Domina Fortuna

Last night I witnessed yon Lady Luna
Atop stars amidst dance with Orion.
I found myself glancing to Fortuna,
And asking how much money 'twas to buy in.

Tis natural to ask on deities,
Who, she being of luck, could grant respite
From my lack thereof, a little more ease,
But her answer was unlike a despot.

The kindly manner about her message
Drifted 'twixt constellations as magic
In an omen displaying not presage
Nor anything resounding as tragic.

"Hardship begets thy hope to persevere,
Wherein comfort becomes thy tomb of fear."