I hope to be blessed one day.

I have nothing to offer in exchange-

except…

undying affection.

As is,
gift me a curse;
or-
curse me a gift.

I know,
it cannot stay long,
for blessings wear on a soul like candy to teeth.

Once Fortuna made her rounds, long ago –
and I and my almost fell to her.

However-
I seek her now,
for my men who have fallen,
and for my heart’s content.

Merrily I summon.
Fearfully I wait.

Prisoner to Anxiety’s grasp.

Will you judge me?
Heaven or hell?

I await.