A tale of fortuneStanding firm, divine,A tale of fortune by ~overdestiny
shadowless, she turned the wheel
and a fixed star stirred.
Mors tua, vita meaCandles carry light through carrels,Mors tua, vita mea by ~overdestiny
slightly slinging sloppy shadows
of dusty dungeons dunked in darkness
that hid the most hideous of truths.
In age where air was aid by anger,
masked in mimics malevolence:
royal kins with boiled sins
pulled by strings of puppeteers.
This searing story stores the fact
that cunning curves were curled in curtains
and the more noble one is noticed,
the more he's mostly to be murdered.
Life is chessboard, chaining chalice
where pawns are picked, put and played.
The king is sacred, I can tell,
but feared by foes, he's а figure, too.