I can not but to love my destiny

I can not but to cherish my fate

I can not but to accept and worship

The fatal immortality

Of the circular pact



A game divine it seems

NO

I deny this theory of chance

Yet, what control?



Searched for

Craved for

Found and captured

Held into the fires ever burning



Yet, grim is the face of Fortuna

In her incomprehensive ways

Fierce are the truths and lies

That fell beyond her grace



And grim are the faces we pull

In those few moments of sight

Fierce are the horrors revealed

By the scorching, merciless light



I can not love their destiny

I can not cherish their fate

I can not accept the fatal line

The theory of chance

Beyond grace



A game divine it seems

NO

I deny this theory of chance

Yet, what control?



Even she must face the mirror

Even I must face myself



It might just be fate