Who will sit when bound
to lose?
The Fates in sleep and dream
have whispered.
My cruel destiny now
I carry in my Soul.
They passed and called me
'Come, compete we're going
there.'
I replied not and hung my head.
They continued laughing and jeering
even.
For
who will sit when bound
to lose?
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