Fate

Screams of a thousand demons

Threaten my soul's quiet;

Vie for a vicious angle;

Gnaw at my sacred peace.

The fault may be in my stars,

Or in a fear too naïve,

Or even in less than nothing.

I die.

I breathe.

I return.

Life turns again.

Breath of a single angel

Lands on my famished ear;

Reminds of a brighter mind;

Turns on the light of the free.

Such beauty is more than skin.

A smold'ring fire is fanned,

So ignite this fire my love.

I die.

I breathe.

I return.

Life turns again.