Destiny

           The Destiny, ‘tis preordained by the mighty gods
 as decree the masses
however,
No chains of fate, bind thyself ,  though crowds may so proclaim
it all lies in thy very hand
the very hand thy extend.

Offer , to  entreat bits of mercy Bits of falsehood ,
 torn by the men of self
in the veil'd dark of the misinterpreted.
Thou need'st not beg nor plead with suppliant tears.
Forged in light of each new day thous’t like phoenix
 shall rise above
above the worldly pitch, above the world's low tide,
rising high above, like phoenix in his flight.