Fate is cruel, as a lone wolf in the night:
It cares not about your hopes, your dreams,
It disregards your wants and your needs;
For it wants nothing more than to feast.
Night falls in the forest, you are on your own.
From the dark, you hear a chilling howl,
Unaware that Fate is on the prowl;
Your end foretold only by an owl.
It lurks in the darkness, you feel its presence.
Is it the shadow behind your back?
You can feel it breathing down your neck;
You can't yet see it, it is pitch black.
The moonlight shines down, finally you spot it.
A terrifying sight, your eyes lock,
Your heart skips a beat, you are in shock;
The sky filled by a murderous flock.
With its cover blown, the animal gives chase.
You try to run, hoping to escape,
Give it your all, you are in good shape;
You trip and you fall, can't run from Fate.
The beast draws near, running is of little use.
Out of options, unwilling to die,
Might seem foolish, but you have to try!
Back on your feet, it's not yet goodbye!
The battle begins, a test of strength and will.
It's jaws are lethal, claws full of might,
But regardless, you must win this fight;
Someone's blood will be spilt on this night.
The war is exhausting, you're evenly matched.
Eye for an eye is how you two brawl,
A limb for a limb, someone must fall,
Slowly but surely, you will stand tall!
The fighting goes on for hours, if not longer.
It's end awaited by hungry crows.
And finally, with a mighty blow
You manage to overcome your foe!
Fate falls at your hands, the wolf lies at your feet.
You have done it, fought with tooth and nail,
Challenged fate and lived to tell the tale;
I am doing the same...
