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Beckoned Fate

Time to see "the writing on the wall" Fate has made her call.
Cradled in the arms of peace, wars, and pestilence has ceased.

Holding newborn time, the spirit's luster begins to shine.
Walking past closed doors, the brilliant luster soars.
Standing on the mountaintop, the shell of grief quickly drops.

The sun and moon are sides by side,  the light of ages unites
the twin spirits to the bind.
In golden moments of days past fulfill its glory to reignite
The flame that breathes life into the unions cast.

The sound of sorrows and lasting tears fade in the mist 
Of fleeting years.
When fate has made her beckoned call the unkind deeds
Of man will truly fall...


By: Allseasonsverse 


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Beckoned Fate