Best Predisposed Poems

Apparently I’m just a tool
Destinies fool.
But I refuse the jesters part
Of this proceeding court.

What map has fate graphed?
That stalks my epitaph
What star harbors doom?
The ethereal gloom
Must my ship,
So gallant and fierce,
And blades tip,
Unjustly pierce 
The veil of this play
Fates arranged day.

Where can chance ring
Where I...

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