Orwa

In the realm of strategy, Orwa stood,

A man of wisdom, in a pondering mood.

He grasped the first rule, clear as day,

Tactics unveiled, in life's intricate play.

"Never rely on luck," a truth he embraced,

For chance is fickle, a fleeting trace.

In battles of wits, where plans unfold,

Orwa learned, luck's story often untold.

With a heart of strategy, he took his stand,

Crafting his moves, with a deliberate hand.

Luck may dance, a tempting partner near,

Yet Orwa knew, foresight conquers fear.

Through the tapestry of time, he'd weave,

A master tactician, never to deceive.

For in the first rule, wisdom found,

Orwa's path, on solid ground.