Destiny Unforgiving
Like Queen Anne's lace your hair does move,
Its color that of silk.
It dances over dark blue stones,
Their gaze a chilling cool.
Your expression: unreadable.
The surface is alight with life,
Appearing as though calm.
Yet hidden under dark blue pools,
A different tale is told.
Your thoughts: unknowable.
Tendrils rise from beneath the depths,
A tangled web of thread.
With doubts and fears they hold you down,
The sky now out of reach.
Your dream: unreachable.
You are but a doll they control,
Your acts their private play.
They grant you no choice in the matter,
The Fates not kind-of-heart. Your destiny: inescapable.
Your are a reluctant solider, One drafted for the cause.
Yet even as you fight for Her,
You look for an escape.
Your life: no longer in your hands.