As your warm day starts,
the fire laughs heartily,
the lights comfort you as friends,
your blanket attached to you.

                                          Change - No Power.

                                       No laughing fire, friendly lights, warming quilt.
                                             The cold front knocks, as if they're welcome.
                                  Tears of loneliness shatter against the chilled floor.
                                  Stepping one on is as painful as broken glass.
        Reminders of your failure, your mediocrity, your minimal worth.

The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
                                   no confines of expectations to hold them,
          each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
                                           intertwining chances,
    unpredictability,
                                                     and tragedy...

Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.

You scale the mountain,
weighed down with reluctant chains.
Though you gain confidence,
each rock, each failure, a reminder of pain.
You could end it, leave the trail and go home,
the thoughts of base camp haunt your brain.
Others on that journey assist,
give emotional shift,
and you'll know it was never worth staying.

Aiming high is a challenge,
the peak of the mountain seems always unattainable.
Yet, when the twin eagles glide together,
no matter their fatigue,
one will always have the back of another

You've been dealt a hand,
as has everyone else.
Large numbers, nines and tens,
yet not a single king or queen.
Alas the winner before you is the Ace of Hearts,
your Holy Grail.

That dark shadow,
leering over your shoulder.
You feel its presence,
you know its methods,
and worst of all
you know its inevitability.

Emotions set in and
its hold tightens and
your thoughts are in chaos and
you're tangled in the grasp of your own fear.

They see your villainy,
your wretched, writhing trickery,
you let down your guard while
the two-headed snake spat viciously.

You are unjust,
so they say, who dare you trust?
They claim its a product of
your uncontrolled lust.

The heroes' iron will,
cause confrontation for thrill.
No space given for the anti-hero,
its their own allies to ****.

Same words
to all
each made
to win
the hearts
of all
each friend
to collect
their lives
with all
their lies
fake faces
displayed
to all.