Tyche

I have a horse made of straw, he is faster than the sun.

I hold a gift heavier than fate, she is lonely and never waits.

I see a prophecy in the child's eyes and she wanders aimlessly in the woods.

I feel the oceans in me raging with unrelenting desire to touch the stars and embrace the fire.

There is no fate that takes your steps from me.

I am the fold which embraces your truth which is wild and calm.

No other match can settle the pair.

I am the heaven and I am the air.