Fate

That day seemed to cold
And so restless,
Even the sun rays were stunned.
When Fate appeared, so haste less
Looking for a good place to hunt.
She found a man with no smile,
Following his livid gaze.
Asked him, if he’d seen a Nile
On its’ most colorful days.
Man, not replying, walked over
Shadow less woman with grace.
He was that famous lover,
From her most sorrowful prays.
Then she walked up to a woman,
Which had no spirit or soul.
Took woman’s hand, “Truman”,
She said “to be her new goal.”
How might cry pretty lady,
She was amazed with her Fate.
Even if such words were shady,
And she was to be Devils’ bait.
Soon, Fate had spotted another,
One of those quick, funny guys.
Hurriedly came up to bother,
Some one with chancy advice.
“Listen,” she turned him around,
“I know your future, I’ve seen.
White, will be her wedding gown,
Bound by name Kathleen.”
Would he have listened, he might
Been, standing by altar, to wed.
But with excuses and falter
He ran from who he just met.
Following steps of all living,
She before long found me.
I was the one, unforgiving
Of her seditious decree.
“Lovely,” she whispered so cautious,
“I see your eyes hiding fright.
Even your stomach feels nauseous,
Because you won’t let it fight.”
I turned away, full of tears
She came to me, but I’ll ask
“Do you believe, what appears
Is your fallacious mask?”
Only reply I could hear,
“I swore to finish my task!”

2004