O fortuna

May you lay the strongmen to rest after they’ve dealt their blow. May you reveal light guiding the weary, fame and fortune under guises of idiocy. Humble us in your glory, humble us in our faults. Pray to thee and may the world continue spinning. Pray to the loves of our lives, and let us bare our weaponry in their honor. Let us bare words so that we may defend their chastity. May the chaotic flow fear men o plenty. May the men in control be the ones blessed by Her will, for she chooses the brave, bold and most dedicated. May Her blessings bring us luck in our endeavors and Her endorsement will us forward on the twisting, unrelenting paths we have before us. Bring courage for those in need and let us bare said strength as a force of constant pressure. Let us wield the strongest power, confidence and hold our heads high among the many, above the forming crowd so we may be the ones to pierce the skies with thoughts and arrows. Let our shot be true, and our guesses hold opportunity. Pray thee to Her for she smiles brightly on the cloudiest days and let her Grace us with kindness so we may spread your warmth among those in our lives. Let the maidens be plenty and beautiful, let these ladies come in your image; we wish upon these maidens beauty found most blissfully from the blind, through perceptive reality. Beauty may come in vanity but sheds brighter in rationality.