I Know, Fate Helps Thee With Each Heavy Blow

I Know, Fate Helps Thee With Each Heavy Blow! (Fate Cries, Break Thy Soul Into Bits) Yes, thy great power breaks this weeping heart Thy dark-hands crush this deep suffering soul With glee thy blades cut every body part I know, Fate helps thee with each heavy blow! When raging storms emerge from thy deep pits My destroyed life in darkness must submit To hammer blows from thy precision hits And this my Fate says- break thee into bits! Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers To ill-winds, poisoned arrows sent my way To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers And misery in night games as thee plays! Shall I now bow to thy awesome powers? To wicked rains, hail in thy black showers! Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2017 Sonnet Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 120 Total # Words: 94