a r c a n e [Poems]

The accident

Life use to be nice
It used to be ok
But one day there was an accident

11:25pm in a hospital room
A baby was born 
It was dark and a soft breeze blew through the city

The baby cried and the stars smiled
This baby would be the death of himself
But the stars smiled at him

They whispered to each other and gaped at the sight of him

They knew the baby's fortune but could not tell him

He would find out on his own

He would be his own down fall