Fate's Pathway
Fog slowly drifts through the deep wood,
Drifts as only a phantom could.
As I wander through the dark gloom,
I wonder which path’s way I should.
One leads to my impending doom,
The other frees me from this tomb.
My death comes from a painful frost,
The weave of fate torn from its loom.
But maybe all things aren’t as lost,
Or will there be a hidden cost.
An angel fallen from its perch,
The purpose of life has been tossed.
Meanwhile under the dismal birch,
I stand at the roads path diverge.
My fate relies on my heart’s urge,
My fate relies on my hearts urge.
Fog slowly drifts through the deep wood,
Drifts as only a phantom could.
As I wander through the dark gloom,
I wonder which path’s way I should.
One leads to my impending doom,
The other frees me from this tomb.
My death comes from a painful frost,
The weave of fate torn from its loom.
But maybe all things aren’t as lost,
Or will there be a hidden cost.
An angel fallen from its perch,
The purpose of life has been tossed.
Meanwhile under the dismal birch,
I stand at the roads path diverge.
My fate relies on my heart’s urge,
My fate relies on my hearts urge.
This is one of my poems... I know that it isn't very good so don't be too harsh.
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