Threads Of Fate Poem by C.S. Keskuela

what cruelty of fate
the sisters twist
their threads upon my supple wrist

that i could be so finely kissed
then pushed away from his midst

and to have to play this tale
anew again each day -no fail

get up, get ready, to see you thus
so many things we must discuss
i cannot escape in any way
from the body of this play

no sense of control have i in this
from the moment - ev'n before your first kiss
i cannot deny, you cannot accept
this twisted tail such as i have wept
oh i have wept!

oh cruel fate, don't tease me so
let love be true or let me go!