Fate

Fate
a lingering caress,
a prelude, seducement;
whisper of a breath but to fall
-wanton-
upon death's hallow.

A promise of desire
traipsing, trailing,
entwined within the ever elusive
night's sigh.

Cascading, enticing,
souly dancing
despite
beautiful blood sunken steps,
winding its victims throughout grandeous devouring spectres,
chilling claws
reek divine pleasure
only complimented
by grotesque pain.

Insaitable hunger rending flesh
and soul akin,
a bitter remedy
of the gore wrenched victory.

Passion's teeth
sinking, gourging
upon the rent and wretched aura.

Shredded, ripped,
sliced, sawed,
the broken marrow
to create but a twisted monument,
contorted tribute
to fortune-
shattered
and unwhole.

The ever travelling
cresendo
of Humanity.