Fate’s Sojourn

Deep dark within the midnight glade

Resides the ghost of broken Fate,

With glowing eyes of hardened jade

And skin of roses fallen late.

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She acts as bringer of joyful death,

Past the beyond, unearthly guide

Of birth to final gasping breath,

From throes of life to self-suicide.

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An angel of divinity,

A demon of eternal hate,

A paradox infinity,

Forever lying in wait.

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Thus into Time each death shall fade,

As Fate’s ghost lifts her shining blade.