The Wheel of Fortune

I close my eyes. My mind begins to reel,
Assaulted by the fragrant wisps of smoke.
And with a wink, Tatalia turns the wheel.

To my right, a gambler strikes a deal
With me, gums his pipe and takes a toke.
I close my eyes. My mind begins to reel.

What is this sensation that I feel?
I reach my hand into my sodden cloak.
And with a wink, Tatalia turns the wheel.

As light glints off the slowly spinning creel,
The silver ball skips another spoke.
I close my eyes; my mind begins to reel.

The blonde attendant smiles her appeal
As I try and fail to make a joke.
And with a wink, Tatalia turns the wheel.

My stomach threatens to dislodge my meal
When I see that I am finally broke.
I close my eyes. My mind begins to reel.
And with a wink, Tatalia turns the wheel.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 423 AF.