Destiny

She skips ahead,

casting glass among the petals,

petals among the shards.

She is not for sale,

nor can she be bargained for,

much less enslaved.

She takes no council;

pleas fall on deaf ears.

She is as cruel as

she is benevolent.

There are tangents

but the route is pre-arranged.

History is no enemy

and the future is her domain.

You think the road your own?

It is hers,

accept it!