A Hexed Mirror

In a hexed mirror's gaze, fate twists and turns, A tangled dance of it's designs, Each step a labyrinth, and each path it spurns, As victims caught within its veiled confines. Reflections fractured, and Moira's refrain, Echoes of choices made and paths untrod, Yet fate is a puppeteer which pulls on its chain, And victims find themselves at mercy's nod. In shadows cast by this glass's gleam, The cycle spins by repeating its cruel game, Each soul ensnared in destiny's relentless stream, Bound to its whims, and it is forever the same. Yet amidst the chaos, there is a spark ignites, A whisper of defiance is a will to strive, To break the chains and challenge Kismet's rites, And carve a path where lessons cannot connive. So let us rise, though fate may cast its spell, And forge our own destinies anew, For in the heart's defiance, we shall dwell, Free from this reflector's dark debut.