Fate Poem by Avery Eglantine

Why my fate keep battling me
building all mine agony.
Mine luck, naught so good appear in spree
To destiny, the prayer's to break free.

Thine dismay on unfortunate days,
yonder thine head, fire plays,
Thither mine soul hope lays
Fate had shown its other face.

In thine Channel, desire's an escapade
yet to punish me was through blade.
Blood drips in a thousand shade
My hold on withering hope do fade.

What bother me is a mystery
of future known through history.
do you believe in prophecy?
are scripts real or fallacy?

Are roads ahead a dead-end true?
are ocean's dept truly blue?
Are palm's lines done afore our birth?
will our abide avoid the dearth?