See.
She smiles.
Her bright eyes.
O Fortuna.
Pray don’t look away.
Our world is growing cold.
Pray look our way once again.
In this pitch darkness that cloaks us.
She is oblivious of our plight.
Her movements are more fickle than the winds.
And as the days of turmoil approach us.
Her radiance shines above some, then casts shadows.
Guide us though wry uncertainties of the present.
~AJ
Last Stand of Kuolema 