Luck's Overrated

He tripped on luck when he was aloft-

Fell face-first, his visage was black.

He changed his gait, switched to skill

And could feel the wind licking his back.

All it took was but a fluke

To help him win grand, but mostly lose a lot;

Though when he did know how to do the chore:

He was the emperor of the world.

Fortune became his foe's quest,

To thwart him at his game.

Yet all he did was tweak his trot

And let their crushed spirits rot.

~Mustafa :)