Ohh, my Queen, didn't I say I would "win"?
The grace of God and Beauty beyond verse,
I would ask your name, if the stars align,
This world is subjective, The best can be worst.
Walk of shame, because we lost the "game"?
What if I tell you, the truth of verisimilitude?
Once will is shattered, and fantasy is scorched,
The "Fate" is nothing but a notion of inane desires.
None is bounded by wish of another,
Yes, Free will is a Paradox, but, Freedom is a choice,
If you wish to sway the one, you hold so dearly,
Better be prepared for rise, if it was against their will.
"All the world holds dear is but a backdrop of constant motion."
"Human life is like dew at dawn or a bubble rising through water, Transitory"
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