FATE AND I
I caught Fate
Scribbling on my parchment
And watched her pencil dance
Out the words 'Gloom'. So I came at her
With an eraser
And battered her G
For a B. Then,
Chalk in aged hands,
She quavered
'Grief' on my slate. But I washed them off
With salted tears
And made my slate
Tabula rasa. Alas, she c