FATE I

To the one I love

I would fight the coming of the dawn, the very elements of time.
The said condemned destiny of two souls, the very embodiment of pain.
Those things once said undeniable I now deny, for I taste and feel the passage of a condemned fate, a fate predestined and a life prelived.
These things chiseled and cold, as carved into stone, so large looming above those thing that were, that I wish are.
Those my trembling dreams and ever fading hope…
For watched by the watches of death and guarded by long forgotten dark foes my life, my time has been. But yet I would chisel that stone, yet chisel a mountain and fight those foes, yet to relive, yet to live.