A Villanelle On Fate

A Villanelle on Fate Why do I weep at acts of fate And gnash, and claw and cry She weeps not for me, nor can relate Though I ache and long to consummate She feels no need to amplify Why do I weep for acts of fate There are those who seek to animate The coldness she would fortify She weeps not for me, nor can relate Wildy I seek to dominate My will dries up and is left dry Why do I weep at acts of fate At death do I seek to elevate Although she sees no need to qualify She weeps not for me, nor can relate And though I thought myself a fair candidate To prophesy, purify, even horrify Why do I weep at acts of fate She weeps not for me, nor can relate