Fate, not the kind one you’d felt
When, sick, you scorn the hand you’re dealt
What you’ve built, so quick to melt
In undiscerning flames that burn
black the tranquility you yearn
Farewell all peace! Fate’s wheel turns.
No mercy spared on the aggrieved
But scorched the tangled web we weave
Allows our aching hearts relief –
Kind, in the end, those fires may be.