Fates

Death along side you weaver of our fates.
Through the Tyrants blackened wings eternity relates.
Death the spirits temper perceptions far beyond norm.
Reborn of necessity with awareness of a paramount form.
Death along side you surfing sublime wake.
Betwixt and beyond worlds infinity formulates.
All there is to reflect upon are ephemeral states.
Death the spirits temper and weaver of our fates.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

I was drawn in from the first line, great imagery conveyed with your words!

[Moonflower]

This was enticing, a topic that I'm always fascinated by.