Micropoetry 12-1-2019

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

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

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