Fate

On a cold night, a woman did lie,

Alone in her blood, she'd been left to die,

Remembering what she'd been told to do

She begged for life her intentions true.

Twas a man who heard her cry,

And not wishing to see her die

Revived the life that had been lost,

Even though he knew there'd be a cost. 

Later that night a girl came into being,

Twas the goblin's bride many ghosts were seeing,

Back at the scene left behind,

Their souls a grim reaper didn't find. 

Years later on a tragic night,

A young girl had discovered by birthday light,

Across from her-her mother she didn't see,

A ghost was what it appeared to be. 

Leaving her cake the girl had cried,

Longing for her mother who had long since died,

Twas a man whom she did meet,

From the grim reaper, she made her retreat. 

A hard life was what the girl faced,

With an aunt where love left no trace,

Yet she tried to push through,

Knowing that was the best she could do.