Fate and the False Hope
Fate and the False Hope
Arrow of fate flies silently straight
targeted mark is found never too late
Man thinks himself master of his fate
forever the fish takes in hopes bait
Time clouds storm right on along
men, ants in a loud, dusty throng
Vanity stirs in such shallow hearts
unmindful of Fate's piercing darts
Burrowing deeply into their mound
seeking treasure never to be found
Their Queen , mistress of dark lust
deep down epic lamentations or bust
Fate flows readily into the dark deeps
man wickedly schemes even as he sleeps
Robert J. Lindley 09-11-2014
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