always ending up with fate
while looking in the wrong direction
he drinks from the cup
and squanders all his coin
running away
a fool to fate—
born and reborn
by wand or sword—
sometimes by magic
and sometimes by force
she finds a way to win
mapping the continents
in search of home
drinking
from the cup of life
as it all burns down
above, an angel
watches over her
as she wanders
in every direction
water, fire, earth, and wind—
she gathers it all for what’s to come
buying his way with coin
in a world of sin
he meets his fate
with the touch
of a sword
fate and the world—
hearing the Word
unravel the thread