In the cosmic weave of night and gleam,
A deity peers with a starlit beam.
Eyes ablaze with azure fire,
Weighs the fate of each desire.
Upon the mortal realm below,
His magic stirs where destinies flow.
A wand in hand, swirling the skies,
Crafting fortunes where his interest lies.
In life’s vast game, his powers cast,
Deciding riches or breaths that last.
A twirl for wealth, a flick for doom,
In his ethereal cosmic bloom.
Stars align under his watchful guise,
As mortals vie for celestial prize.
Will it be gold or an early grave?
On whims of this mighty knave.
So ponder well, ye earthly guest,
Under his gaze, what might manifest.
For in his realm of night and lore,
Each action opens a different door.
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