In the Year of Three

In the Year of Three, There Is To Be,

Something More In Store For Thee,

Something past what is beyond,

Something greater than the bond,

Something so bright as to see,

Something with or without me,

Something simply written far,

Written rightly in the stars,

Written highly of a great,

Time and times to seize the fate,

That beckons forth a wicked mast,

And blazes circles ‘round the past,

For wicked yes the winds may be,

Wicked for the world to see,

That time has come for time to hatch,

Time that waits for Time’s dispatch,

Has found itself upon my door,

And with it to unleash the score,

That luck should have its rightly way,

That luck should tremble ‘neath Her way,

That rightly written is in me,

That rightly written is to be,

That in the year, The Year of Three,

Unveiled becomes, the Self of Me.