Ode To Woe
Ode To Woe
Fate is such a fickle thing
Cares not one whit for man
Hopes but stones in Nature’s sling
To shatter best laid plan
A swirling murmuration of Starlings
Makes as much sense as fate
And powerless are the greatest kings
In Kismet’s capricious wake
I tried to love with all my might
But Fate and Kismet said “Never!”
My soul has flown into the night
And my heart is broken
…forever…
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