Fate—is wild, a cruel, twisted foe
Fate—is wild, a cruel, twisted foe,
With false smile winking, slipping past the door.
And hearts dissolve in oceans of desire,
Ignites, entices, feeds the fire.
The shadows probe the mind with subtle lure,
The Ego wanders while the Will grows less secure.
Time flies by, and you will face your fate.
Eventually, all pay for past mistakes.
Then Fate finds yet another aim to drive,
Throws wood upon the fire, promise thrive.
And now, a fool is set to play,
In her realm, her cunning games.
She gives to some yet takes from others.
When play is done
And helpless shells discarded,
She looking for another victim to be crafted,
The witch calls souls soar to the stars—
New wonders wait, though dangers lying here…