Fate’s Confluence by “Kuba”
Thunder sounds and fires burn
Wind-swept mountains and dew-soaked fern
Untamed calls that know not time
Captured in this soul of mine
Veiled within a play of light
Silent treading through seas of night
Thou cannot know the sights I’ve seen
The forgotten names of where I’ve been
Lest thou know one world alone
Tending seeds of sin you’ve sown
Still crafting spears that pierced my side
My subjugation begets your pride
My heart still beats, but blood runs dry
Dare I say my end is neigh?
What cruel whim, what cruel fate
Would cast me through perdition’s gate
Thou hold the keys to grief’s refrain
While courting death, doom and bane
Hath thy judgment’s craft been made?
Hath thou clasped the sword or spade?
Recall the fires that doth rise
In the deepest deeps and skies
Fearful symmetry of work divine
Captured in this soul of mine.
-July 15th 2006-
