Fate

Another middle school poem.

With my head pounding hard

I am Forced to pick a Card

One depicts a great Clear Fate

The other-it appears I'm too late

This World Burns to the ground

Not a Soul to be Found

Not even mine, If I even had one

Just think, this World is much More

Fun

Years go by, Ruins Decay

I'm Alone, I face the Price I have to

Pay

My "Life" it seems, is oh so

Boring

The Blood like a Waterfall,

Pouring

From the bloody Ashes, People arise

They look confused, look to the Skies

I look back, Pain in my eyes

For I am sure they all, once again,

Shall Die