❝ On the highest reach of mountains tall

There lay a marble palace

Where lived the gods of old array,

Of war, of joy, of malice.

And amidst the splendor, shows of strength,

There lived one goddess true

Whose timid self oft went ignored

On eastern breeze she flew

And while the gods of yonder tales

Slew demons and made merry

Our lovely lithe protagonist

Would seek out mortals weary

Her power was not great and yet

She felt no greed nor envy

For she wished only to be free

Chase shadows, liberty

For yes, she knew she'd never be

Lady luck, sweet and fair

With the billowing dress of satin white

And the holly in her hair.

And yes, she knew she never could

Compete with the lord of skies

Whose one great roar could crumble cliffs

And cause the sun to rise

And though she was a maiden, sweet

Her beauty would not reach

The lure of lady love herself,

Whose spell no man could breach

No, her merits were not obvious,

Not superficial things

Instead they were her caring soul

And heart as light as wings

And as she did what she did best

And flew too far to place

The mortals wrote her ballads sweet

Of her tender caring face

For she would stay as company

And lonely tears would scope

Then dry one's eyes and make them smile

The mortals called her hope.❞