IF HEAVENS CONSPIRE

 

If heavens conspire

If heavens conspire let not foul intent hold sway,

we pawns on chequered board whose skies are grey,

seek little save blue above and mercy surely wrought.

To sail calm seas is a treasure that we’ve ever sought,

bind fickle fate’s malice, hold fast it’s vengeful wrath

let we simple Souls always walk, a safe lantern lit path.