Dominion

We find a refuge in our destiny - how easy to our power so negate when deep desire and truth do not relate, not thrown by force of will nor silent plea, and claim by past, the rest we can foresee. No future is but that which we create when what we scorn and what we consecrate determine if preserved or if set free. So faith in love, so hope, so happiness are ever present down each wearied course, and in the mind remaining unaware unknown will stay; let simple thought caress the tired face of desperate remorse deserving naught but bliss beyond compare.