Chance

Once upon an hour before eight, temptation came and asked of fate
Once upon a night so down, and dreary, would she even come so close and near me
Once upon a rage so blighted, everyone near sighted suddenly became lighted
Once upon a touch so rare, temptation crept and tugged at hair
Once upon the hero suddenly awoke, and temptation gave a slight toke..
But brave new world alas, temptation came and temptation passed,
The temptress riddled and rattled, but her musky voice was drowned and rationally paddled
Down the stream that some call youth, turned to maturity beyond that of an uncouth
Returns the Poet to better ways, enters Chance and soon she filled his days
With more than just an illusion, conjured that Chance offered protection and seclusion
Chance filled his thoughts with new world hunger, But will our Hero fall or plunder?
Mistaken falsities of a begotten shrew, Poet let the new world is ready for you
So Chance can come and sweep you off the court, dammed tennis probs not my sport
Maybe the Poet, will be a white stallion , Chance of wonders, wonderland in bastion
Quoth thy ever fall into the hero’s old depths and into a museum of the decrypt
The temptress queerly awaits and sits, and if she were ever to rise from her eyes rise from palpable slits
The Hero’s blade will fall fast and simply behead the temptress, like and itch, because the Hero hates none, but nobody likes a bitch
Once upon a time, Chance came just to say that the weather is clear, this is our flight, no rain delay