Fate...

Fate is a fact, with its sting so stern They cut deep in; and dreams they burn I weep, I moan; sitting on the throne But this brutal burden has to be borne. The trim traces of my tart tyranny Followed me; quite coherently As I close my eyes, my fears they fleet Nights greet me on the cranked concrete. My kingdom is lost; to an army of ghosts As misery maims me from far off coasts The one's who were rattled by my rabid roars Blood greets them through my gaping gores Gold plaited plates used to galore My food, now I eat, from off the floor O who could have foretold such a thing; I settled the debts for being the king. Christ have mercy; show thyself to me As I pray amidst the devil and the deep sea Nowhere can I run, nowhere can I hide O mighty heavens, will you be my guide..?