Fate's Game

Fate’s Game by Odin Roark Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl, You ride your controlled serendipity, Delivering surety in an unexpected twist, Destiny’s setup for drama that follows. Never satiating your alacrity, You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning, Slipping lathered lures easily Down gullible throats of anticipation. For you, Making another landfall Is just another layer Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics, Designed like playful foreshadowing For a planned second and third act dénouement. Oh how you chortle Amid your game of certainty, Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate, A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity, Arousing our trust, Yet never awarding a curtain call Of our own choice. Quandary persists. After all, Like nature’s often sardonic casting, You are fate, The ever-floating understudy, An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting, An unrevealed power we know not of Until…