Ode To Woe

Love denied

Ode To Woe

Fate is such a fickle thing

Cares not one whit for man

Hopes but stones in Nature’s sling

To shatter best laid plan

A swirling murmuration of Starlings

Makes as much sense as fate

And powerless are the greatest kings

In Kismet’s capricious wake

I tried to love with all my might

But Fate and Kismet said “Never!”

My soul has flown into the night

And my heart is broken

…forever…

Author's Note

Say what you will be it good or bad: At least it is poetic!