Are we so near?

                    Or are we yet far away?

Is destiny there within our grasp?

                    Or will it elude us for some time still?

It’s a hard thing to determine

                    Especially when you’ve nothing to go on but the moon

And those few faint stars

                    Glittering with such promise.

Fate’s a difficult thing to scry,

                    Staring out at the blackness,

Begging for some hope, some sign,

                    Some signal that what you believe

Isn’t just a trick, a farce,

                    Or some folly of the imagination.

But it is hard, on those cold winter nights

                    When all you have to cling to is the truth

That love bridges all distances,

                    No matter how great or how far,

And no matter Who put them there,

                    No matter the obstacle.

It’s a powerful, heady feeling,

                    Knowing that your bond is stronger than the Goddesses,

Knowing that your soul is more powerful

                    Than anything They could decide to put it through.

There is a plot ahead,

                    A promise made,

Something we must see out

                    To its rightful end.

We may not know the way,

                    And it may be dark, and cold,

And lonely,

                    But we will make it through

Simply because we must,

                    Because to admit defeat is to admit that everything is a lie,

That the world holds no meaning,

                    No hope or light,

And that there’s no good in the Universe

                    Still worth fighting for.

The real question, then, is whether to trust

                    Those Ladies who put us through such pain,

Whether to assume They have a plan we can not see

                    Or whether to trust our own instincts, and turn our backs

On those Goddesses who do us wrongs.

                    It is not easy to trust fickle deities,

When doing so means feeling such

                    Anxiety, feeling the sting of separation

For so much longer than we ought to

                    Have to suffer such a cruelty.

So perhaps we should trust not Them,

                    But instead in fate, to work out what is right,

To make sure that soulmates are reunited

                    And the eternal bonds remain undisrupted.

Love, more powerful than Goddesses,

                    Stronger than time,

And more enduring than distance,

                    The element of fate.

[Authoress’s Note:

[There’s a very good reason it’s in the form it’s in.  It’s one of my favourite styles, actually, and one of my favourite subjects.]