FATE II

For when the sun is not yet risen, a lone moon casts pale shadows on the rise and drenched in putrid, baking sweat for alas my dreams and nightmares are but a mirror to my life. Yet fully cognizant I am not that those two are singly wed, wed in misery and joy, wed.
Though this lingers on the fringes of all my thoughts I will vainly search for sanity in a sacred madness, alas I Will seek to save wounds that will never heal. I must tamper within the madness, and search within that unreal.
For long my life is merely a phantom, fluttering it has passed. Alas, alas how can one so frail reaching within a madness thus illusive, thus destined seek one to hold? Seek one save? For alas never can one lay hold, never can one still the illusive ghouls of fate always one serves their will.
Frailty long has been my epitome, nulled to the sufferings of this present life. We’ve ignored the sacred principles and warred with the divine…
Warred long in forlorn desolation, combatant the Fated Divine. Those cherished sacred breath of passion denied to one so cursed in life, yes cursed in life.
For thou cannot quench the flow of time, through an mere expenditure of your will, passion, or love for we are a fated race… time commands our destiny though I am deluded to believe that one alone is given power over ones frail will, the power of will.
Not frail in all ability to resist and command against innumerable foes, but frail in comparison for never, never will the will vanquish the timings of time and the destiny of divine fate… long has the will warred in empty struggle alas we will acquit of the stuggle and accept those things claimed absolute, as of now
I serve your will…