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Unafaced Fate

Lessons are learned,
And soon forgotten.
Friends are enemies,
Ill begotten.

The wrath of a God,
Duly feared.
The love of a child,
A jaded ideal.

Neither Wind, nor Flame, nor Sea, nor Shore,
Nor any mortal relish.
Shall ease thine aching soul.

But in a shady grove,
Upon the wings of ancient time,
A lone figure sits and waits,
For its destiny to die.