The Winds of Fate
I wait as midnight steals by,
Wait for signs of night’s intent,
But did I behold the winds of fate
Where the essence of our judgment lays
Too long I ponder accepted thought
Here in the value of our own wisdom,
When forgotten seem the thoughts and deeds
In a place where judgment ends
Noble is mans lost intent
Nobler then nights design;
But somewhere waits the winds of fate
Here where judgment lays
By m.norton
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2012
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