Fate

Fate

The fire rages
the hatred burns
the loyal wages
end in urns

Love boils
in an endless steam
a mother toils
by a colorless stream

The furnaces roar
with an emerald glow
of tales galore
from long ago

A tree falls
without remorse
braking walls
sturdy as a horse

Before their maker
the world beholds
including the undertaker
as their fate unfolds.


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