Disappointment writ large on his face,
A lifetime of worries, all washed away in tears
He had lost that very important race
And given in to his basest fears…

What spin of coin, what turn of fate
Had wrung this sad little tale of woe
And left his mind so filled with hate
That it left no space for a bit of sorrow…

How much he had wished, and cried and cajoled
Lady Luck, for a little leeway, But no
She’d turned away her face, no virtues extolled
would buy her favour, she’d let him know…

‘Til fight was all that was left, the way
For him, ’til blood red the sky was dyed
Such that sunset would not come that day
‘Til victory was his, and his luck defied….