Charcoal Junctures

If there be such a thing as fate and of the actions of men only one ordained path then how and why like blood do all stemmed and branched things grow rooted on the endless roads of eternal light and dark? Along the endless paths of creation stop not to fester in the junctures of discontent and wearisome woe. Fates less fated roam unhindered among the shades and nuances from white-filled light to light-less black meandering in the velvet shades of gray? *Credit to my Muse Wyatt Leothen's verse Antigone