WE ARE THE MASTERS OF OUR FATE
We Are The Masters Of Our Fate / Dark Angel
Free will some have called it the greatest gift bestowed on humanity .
It is our ability to control what happens to us and exactly how it happens .
We are the masters of our fate and no one can foist their will on us unless we allow it .
Others say free will is a crap myth . We all have our stories of the good and bad,
Stand black against the evening skies , As daylight dies,
A simple moon-the loveliest thing that made my heart sing ,
Destining is in the eye of a lovers sky ,
I love outlines and beauty that makes ones heart sing, dance in romance that will surely come,
It may be written in heaven sky's love always finds it's way ,
I do have faith that true love will find me .
For well we know that finite mind calls for the bounded and defined.
Though random fancy loves to range ,
The aimless mists of dawn, and strange ,
Lovely illusions in the sky of a lovers charm ,
That charm of lies in Dark Angels eyes .
I hold on to what I once hold knowledgeable in my mind to never forget what is true ,
Something there is in mortal life ,
Infinity masters over me as Dark Angel walks my way .
Dark Angel must have a margin and a plan to make me fad in his trance of his darken life ,
That is a dance I don't want to be in .
Truth the tyrant has decreed for human need,
Grief is what Dark Angel gives me ,
He overwhelmed me , consumed me with his darken charm ,
But not those changing whims I see in his darken eyes that makes me cry ,
Deep in the soul I understand Dark Angel will never truly let me go ,
That is his nature's mystical demands ,
Dark Angel lifted his head and roared out his pains another time .
Hold fast to my words he cried ,
Across the stumbling centuries he been looking for me ,
His eyes , My eyes turn backwards in his lust for me ,
To a firm dance of his stalking spell over me .
He cried like a wounded animal ,
He told me he could no longer bear to be alone without me ,
Then I think to myself how could he feel the pain of a humans grief ?
Lilly Emery (C)
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