Blame it all...

Simple fatal twists turn the cards
and load the dice. How you will
know the outcome beforehand,
only mountebanks can tell.

And load the dice how you will,
there is still blind chance whom
only mountebanks can tell
from the coincidence of opportunity.

There is, still, blind chance, whom
we met on the road to Thebes, fleeing
from the coincidence of opportunity
to the arms of happenstance.

We met on the road to Thebes fleeing
fate and destiny's imperatives
to the arms of happenstance
and the caprice of Olympians.

Fate and destiny's imperatives
take no sides at close quarters
and the caprice of Olympians
does not decide the outcome.

Take no sides at close quarters
keep one eye on him and the knife
does not decide the outcome;
just a simple twist of fate.