Luck's Lady

The time came, the die was cast.
Luck's Lady lost, and all turned to ash.
A ruined world, a love turned to grief.
The enemy's arms were there to offer relief.
Fate couldn't be twisted, the clock no longer ticked.
Death's Hand gently carried all his master had picked.
Once the work was done, Death's Hand had nothing left to do.
But hold the shattered Lady who'd lost all she knew.
Time passed with no reckoning, for none were left to care.
Luck's Lady and Death's Hand were left alone with only silence to share.
The Lady's voice would not come, for her grief possessed no words.
While Death's Hand was a familiar with such silence, and how the mind it blurred.
So together they sat, as the ruined world spun round.
Until one day, new life they found.
It began slowly, bit by bit.
But soon the once-ruined world was consumed by it.
Luck's Lady rejoiced, for she'd thought all had been lost.
While Death's Hand merely smiled, as he awaited the cost.
For with life slowly returning to its grand scheme,
Death's Hand knew his shattered Lady would soon vanish into its alluring gleam.