When godhood emerges or when it falls,
and the moon enshrouded in shadows
by the sun’s demanding calls;
when eyes become like shut windows,
roses are silent witnesses to murder,
a woman is stranded in another world,
traitors are led astray by Devils further,
and synchronization between voice and heart unfurled;
a song penetrates through desperation,
yet can’t lift the burden of shame;
the night moths announce one’s vocation;
every story I embark,
all souls cross my path,
I, Fate, leave my mark.
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