Oh fate, how vile yet kind you treat your pawns.
Day upon day I am foolishly deceived and twisted by your mischievous tricks.
Amongst the days when I curse you, there are those when I whisper endless gratitude.
Holding my hand you led me to my love, but laugh at my dismay when you drag him away.
I'm left in my thoughts when you slip away to torment or bless some other (un)fortunate creature.
Is it meant to be or is it not?
Oh my captor, leave me not in misery of blindness.
Clear my clouded eyes, let me see things as they are.
Never have I met as cruel and kind a nonexistent being as you.
Treat me well for I am a glass doll, who breaks at the easiest of taps.
