LVI: Luck

If you are very lucky, you will see

the giants and the dwarves that roam the hills.

The machinations great, and small, and free

that mold for us our joys, and dreads, and thrills.

And if you’re luckier you’ll find the kinds

that I was wont to see where I was grown.

The wonder that they forged no weak man finds

but so’s the sorrow that they sow unknown.

A unicorn I knew who knew them all

but hers my company was very short.

And after such a glimpse, no other call

can take me by the ear, or eye, or heart.

Be wary then, of stallions so bright,

who show you dwarves and giants, then take flight.