The Wicked Path of Destiny
The torrid trail of fate
Filled to such uncanny means
Of cruel repulsive hate
A shadowy den of dewdrops
That rain from clouds of hell
A sickeningly bitter blend
Where insolent beings dwell
A lash of telltale hardship
All wrapped in cords if steel
Choking life from misery
Just to show that Path revealed
I took the narrow road of just
Enlightened by way of bliss
Then watched a saintly sullen not
As she grants me one last wish
I reversed the dawn of Time
That would result in anguish
Had the Father left in ruins
All that we've relinquished
Because of this I do grant thee
A loft of lighter sentencing
The Wicked Path of Destiny
Is worth mankind's due fencing
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Epiphany [duo] | √
PoetryThis is the second installment of the Epiphany poetry collection, in continuation of Epiphany [unum].