Threads of Destiny

All that is destined shall unfold, guided by faith in the quiet wisdom of Time.

At times, the world feels worn and old,
As if its tales are oft retold.
From places birthed, we drift afar,
Led by whispers to an unknown star.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gaze,
Its light wanes through eternal days.
The threads of fate, both strong and frail,
Weave destinies as time unveils.
Born as saplings, we grow as oak,
Through trials faced and words bespoke.
Events unfold, and chapters blaze,
Their ashes speak of toil and praise.
"They said, ‘Thou canst not fight thy fate,’"
Unknowing that threads oft orchestrate.
The crimson line, since life began,
Has intertwined both child and man.
It knits and guides, unseen yet vast,
Connecting hearts, both first and last.
Through toil and faith, its story springs,
A tapestry of love it brings.
Empires rise from humble hay,
Hard work and trust light up the way.
Unyielding, steadfast, he ascends,
Defying norms, his pain transcends.
Beside him stands his loyal queen,
Their march unites what lies between.
Yet unbeknownst, a thread pulls tight,
Drawing them to destiny’s light.
Her path begins to intertwine,
With man and means by fate’s design.
The crimson cord in its final phase,
Draws them near through time’s vast maze.
The universe bends to their decree,
As threads entwine their destiny.
Firm and strong, their bond shall last,
A love eternal, bridging the past.
Through ages yet, their tale shall run,
An epic woven, never undone.