Beneath the stars where whispers glide,
Luck dances softly, with grace untied.
In shadows deep, where dreams ignite,
She weaves her magic through the night.
Her touch is gentle, a fleeting kiss,
In moments rare, she grants her bliss.
A fickle friend, yet cherished still,
She bends the world to her will.
Through tangled paths and winding ways,
Her laughter echoes, as hope sways.
In every heart, a silent plea,
For her embrace, to set us free.
Yet in her dance, we find our own,
A chance to rise, or fall alone.
In every turn, a story spun,
The dance of fortune, never done.