If Death is Fate's mistress
She serves him quite well
And yet they must not love
For she ends all he tells
Life and it's brevity are lost in cruel chaos
And Fate's cruel bride is the only reason
We dance and sing with joy in the spring
Only to fall to winter's appalling lesions
Death's cold grip embraces you,
Never to let go
So that Fate's true masterpiece
Is never to show
So though you have moved on
Fate's tears still remain
For he of all people
Sees you have no great stain
You stand in Glory's presence
As Death is severely chastized
For slaughtering innocence;
Ending for what glory strived
Justin This one is the most emotional write od yours I have read Little Aaron is a very big part of your life and he always will be He is sitting in Gods lap waiting patiently for you to reunite with him This I am Positive of God Bless My Friend Please keep in Touch Your Friend Ron I Pray for little Aaron
i've never seen a power that showed weakness/faults of the gods quite like this...a great write! some of the rhyming is a little off in the second stanza..work on that, otherwise awesome job
Submission Name: Kismet's Cries
