Ramblings of a demented mind

Idyll: The Hand of Fate

The Hand of Fate

The body is weak -- ailing

Mind shutting down -- failing

Spirit is strong -- accepting

The hand that fate has dealt.

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A figure stands -- waiting

Dark hooded cloak -- hesitating

Soul rises up -- departing

From the shell in once it dwelt.

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Saint Peter looks on -- guessing

Whether good or bad -- assessing

Essence floats -- hovering

In front of the pearly gates.

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Angels rejoice -- singing

Gates open wide -- inviting

Dark figure leaves -- cursing

As another escapes the flames.

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Death wanders still -- searching

Lost souls he seeks -- gathering

In the shadows -- waiting

For light to fade from you.