Leaving Fate

we are chosen the softest revelation whispers in the ear a guided gesture resides in stars every fallen sparkle a trail of wonder blinded by choice good and evil are a delusion the embers burn bright on both sides nobles bend and humble the saved the willing serve a master we all feed the flames until a whisper strikes never the audible silence calm divine madness the next toss of a coin tumbles in promise as water pours over clasped hands holding a prayer no whispers in the ear no stars fallen trail no wonder of a tale the rear-view mirror frames a life without fear action without regret leaving without fate Terry D'Arcy-Ryan