Dor Destiny Poem

What of the light, the sun, it's faded,

just as the crystal is spread and jaded?

But what of the sword, its platinum plates,

to steer Destiny, thee of shapes?

My Lady would not change easily,

as you weave the crystal freely.

But don't you see that we are set,

with the glow of the sword Regret.

But life, for you, would slip away,

if you were given the sword Decay,

But Destiny, whom knows one true,

Would give this crystal to so few.

For some of us, the light would shine,

to radiate off our decline,

While the crystal is built, its many facets,

who of us can change the sets?

The platinum though, seems threatening,

but to some it’s of a dream,

And Destiny, whom beside we walk,

will show us the sword and whom we stalk.

Be them with this platinum sword,

to pace beside a foe so near,

Or be it with the crystal matrix,

To path our future, forever fixed.