The Year Beast Within

For decades I've thought of the year beast,
Ferocious and savage, yet timid and weak,
As spring is bestowed upon the east,
This mythical creature I now seek.

This year is the turn of the goat,
Cycling through the wheel of twelve,
Auspices again this year would connote,
Fortunes in which we endlessly delve.

As people continue to draw in luck,
Using colours to repel the puck,
I decide instead to change my fate,
My own blessings I will create.

I'll now embody the dreaded beast,
May my ferocity be unleashed,
With no weaknesses but one,
Save one repellent, hindered by none.

To all others, may you know wealth,
Limitless fortune and peerless health,
May you enjoy this brand new year,
With futures bright and clear.