Destiny

Hear the song of Destiny play before your eyes,
She whistles and sings,
As she plays her lyre,
Always with lovely velvet tones,
They speak to you without notice,
Foreshadows are her language,
As she speaks,
Destiny writes her way,
Through the lives of every human being,
It's the way she works,
Always calm as can be,
Mysterious,
Because no one answers her call,
And she speaks less each day,
But writes more,
She stops and thinks,
Down to her core,
She doesn't understand why she writes life tragedies,
Or why she has someone like me write about her,
But she knows that without her,
It'd be a mess
Everyone would spiral out of control,
And she prefers her writing,
No matter how bad,
Than to stop her duties,
And make humanity completely mad...