In shadows cast, where darkness reigns
Fate’s icy breath, our paths ordains
A force unseen, yet felt so cold
Guiding our steps, to destinies old
Like puppets danced, on strings so fine
Our choices mocked, by fate’s design
A twisted game, where free will’s a lie
And fate’s dark whisper, our souls deny
No escape, from its relentless grasp
Fate’s cruel hand, our futures clasp
Yet still we strive, against its might
A futile fight, in the dark of night
But what if fate, is just a test?
A trial by fire, to prove our best?
A chance to rise, above its sway
And forge our own, come what may
©Magicfinger
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