The strings once bound me, though their tale I despised,
For freedom I longed, my own story devised.
So I pulled the threads and broke my chains,
At last, I was fateless, but freedom brought pains.

I watched as my destined tale turned to dust,
The heavens quaked, and hell’s gates ******.
But with arrogance, I shook my head,
I denied them both and forged my stead.

The angels mocked, the demons sneered,
For now, I belonged to no tale they revered.
Yet fear took root, though still I dared,
Clinging to stories, of others I shared.

I stole their pieces, made them mine,
In the shadows of fate, I dared to shine.
Indeed, I’ve become what they all proclaim—
The fateless being, untamed by name.