A Doomed Fate

A doomed fate had long been sealed,
A cruel truth that time revealed.
Each step they took, each choice they made,
Led them deeper into the shade.

The stars above, so cold, so bright,
Watched as they surrendered to the night.
In every breath, in every sigh,
They knew that soon they’d have to die.

The night had deepened, thick with dread,
A silent pull towards the dead.
No whispers now, no gentle breeze,
Only shadows through the trees.

A doomed fate had followed close,
Like shadows that refused to go.
They wandered through the years in vain,
Bound by chains, they could not break.

They ran but found no place to hide,
For doom followed them, ever at their side.
The hour struck, the time was here,
And with it came a wave of fear.

They faced their fate with weary eyes,
Knowing well, no one survives.
A breath, a step, a final cry,
As they laid down their will to die.

A doomed fate had gripped their soul,
No freedom left to make them whole.
No matter how they fought or fled,
The path led closer to the dead.

The end was hasty; the night grew cold,
The weight of fate was so tight, so bold.
And when at last the dawn did break,
It found a soul the night did take.

And in the quiet, still and grey,
A doomed fate carried them away.
In the silence, fragments of despair
Spoke of dreams that hung in the air.

A doomed fate had been fulfilled,
No fight remained, no heart to build.
Their life, now lost, became a tale,
Of shadows abyssal and winds that wail.

Each moment stretched, a fragile thread,
Binding them to the path of dread.
And when the shadows whispered low,
They understood what they must forego.

For fate, once chosen, could not bend,
A journey with no chance to mend.
Esther Elizabeth Racah

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