Cups and Swords

Fate, I have sat right beside you

As my eyes grew heavy it was I that

Was curled up against your heavy hand

During the blaze of the morning sun

It was my tired voice that screamed “let it not be my life be damned”

Fate, it’s been said many ways

Our direction is etched not in stone but living sand

You have whispered in my sleeping ears to get up and fight

That gifts can’t be given to a tightly clenched hand

Oh my friend Fate, I feel you are behind me

But you feel a million miles away

Is there a cup in which to drink from?

Or another sword to lance another day