Sisters of fate.

Unlucky of me to perceive this art
Beyond of my understanding of love
Though unfair, the play; I should do my part-
Woven from the three sisters, white as dove.

How can one master his own misery?
When all comes down to overcome their fate.
Bounty may life is, it makes us greedy.
Shaping boundaries, blossomed love this late.

Endure the agony, play by the script,
Hope to be rewarded by my effort,
Nothing would be better than to accept,
My faith, my love, or any of the sort.

Trading everything, perpetually driven.
You’re all I need, an angel from heaven.

- 𝐌arcmire