Short Stories

The Life and The Fate

What if life wasn't controlled by fate?

As if we weren't little puppets on string.

As if we can control everything that is within our reach.

That our love in our heart can be control of what we wish to love.

We can control our safe being, even while being reckless.

The game of trust; for some, it is a rocky, hard game to perform in.

But to others; family and foe easily come together with them.

They do have a good past, a past that would be happy and careless.

But if you do dare to enter the distrusted person's life;

You shall find cold ideas and heartless plays.

For the end of love because of the distrust within the one's soul.

Love shall be cold hearted, dark, hurt; so they think.

But along the other side...

The light shines, shines into the dark, just until the dark shallows it into much of nothing.

Thou the battle of the light and the dark fallows all the time.

Shall one break the hard bound of the dark and the light.

Shall one be the only to find thou love between the two rebels.

Shall thee one to find new commons between these two.

And thou love springs from this uncommon darkly, light.

Which were to only mean that,

My only love, sprung from my only hate.