Fate

Drenched in the rain writing for survival

He handed over his fate to an unknown bird

Who knew nothing but only the ways of flying

But promised to protect it in every word

Fluttering those wings she took off soaring

Against the wind crossing the oceans

Contented to witness his fate fleeing

And outlaying the boundaries of all emotions

She halts to keep moving towards the end

But gets lost into the woods dark and eerie

Chirping for help she skipped trees empty

Ought to have a nest but no map; no theory

Stumbling upon a spirit unexpectedly noble

Resolved to put an end to the journey

For love, she discovered in the soul

Unaware of the hidden truth being thorny

Spirit noble and gracious to her heart

Awaiting the right moment to steal

Her most prized possession of all

For fate, her love was no deal

Incensed and broken she dashed away

High in the skies traversing her limits

Lost her faith in love and passion

She could never trust another spirit

Flew till she ran out of breath and hope

And landed upon a secluded corpse 

Recognizing the corpse she discovered

All that time she was running in circles

Mourning ended with the verity

When revealed it was too late

The only thing he wrote in the rain

“The bird who flew away was my fate” Drenched in the rain writing for survival

He handed over his fate to an unknown bird

Who knew nothing but only the ways of flying

But promised to protect it in every word

Fluttering those wings she took off soaring

Against the wind crossing the oceans

Contented to witness his fate fleeing

And outlaying the boundaries of all emotions

She halts to keep moving towards the end

But gets lost into the woods dark and eerie

Chirping for help she skipped trees empty

Ought to have a nest but no map; no theory

Stumbling upon a spirit unexpectedly noble

Resolved to put an end to the journey

For love, she discovered in the soul

Unaware of the hidden truth being thorny

Spirit noble and gracious to her heart

Awaiting the right moment to steal

Her most prized possession of all

For fate, her love was no deal

Incensed and broken she dashed away

High in the skies traversing her limits

Lost her faith in love and passion

She could never trust another spirit

Flew till she ran out of breath and hope

And landed upon a secluded corpse 

Recognizing the corpse she discovered

All that time she was running in circles

Mourning ended with the verity

When revealed it was too late

The only thing he wrote in the rain

“The bird who flew away was my fate”