FATE

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Fate weaves a tapestry, night and day. Many strive for joy, with hearts aglow, But Fate's decree supersedes their every vow. Some seek to amass wealth's golden store, But Fate ordains their riches, or so it's told. Others fight to live, with spirit unbroken, Yet Fate's dark hand decides their final token. Like autumn leaves, our lives are blown astray, By winds of Fate, which none can sway. Like rivers wild, our paths are shaped and worn, By Fate's unyielding will, forever sworn. In Fate's great book, our stories are inscribed, In ink of destiny, our lives are prescribed. Though we may strive, though we may pray, Fate's unrelenting hand holds the final sway. Yet still we hope, still we strive and seek, To bend Fate's course, our hearts to speak. For in its mystery, a glimmer shines, A light that guides us, through life's twisted vines. So let us embrace Fate's sovereign might, And find our strength, in its unyielding light. For in its darkness, a beauty lies in store, A tale of wonder, forever in Fate's score.