Thrice said and done.
"Entitled to three,"
The Guardian was told.
"Three and no more,
Then Choice lies a feeble shield."
Once he warned,
"Forward not, else Fate is sealed."
Yet She heeded not,
"I love not Fate."
Twice he warned,
"Forward not, else Life is naught."
Yet She heeded not,
"Fleeting is Life."
Thrice he warned,
"Forward not, else Death is yours."
Yet She heeded not,
"I fear not Death."
He said no more,
Thus thrice was she damned.
Damned by Choice,
Thy feeble shield.
"Entitled to three,"
The Guardian was told,
"Three and no more,
Then Choice lies a feeble shield."
"Thrice I warned thee,"
He whispered,
"Thrice thy Choice made.
Thrice said and done."
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
