Destiny reigns; silent and ageless in the
Mortuary of passions and thoughts;
An indisputable certainty in the vacuity
Of an eternal flow of senses—within and without,
For a deadened soul to reprieve and reproach.
Life denies life and death derides death;
Delight and sorrow walk away—hand in hand;
The proximity of the present erases the face
Of the past—the moments, hours and years;
Shrivelled eyes fail to mirror a path unbroken.
Time smudges the image of a decent moon
Painted upon a dark face of young night;
Jacob and Esau battles within her womb
With promises of two distinct futures;
Never knowing which will shine the dawn.
From the vacuity it rises and dies within;
The margin between the fortune and misfortune
Is wiped up in the hollowness of events;
Enduring a greater fall to attain a loftier ascent—
Oblivious of the certainty scripted for the End.
Destiny defines; the present is of sheer suspense
Secreted within the bankruptcy of a dead past,
And the prospects of an unborn future;
As night is stifled between the legacy of a day spent
And the certainty of a fresh dawn.
