Tempt not Fate's mind
Or Life will go blind.
The places they hide
Are places full of Pride,
While they appear meek
To those they seek.
The Tales they spins
Are for future Kins.
Our lives are in their hand,
Yet, why do they not command?

Where Fate goes, Destiny gather
And cut the threads, rather,
Sometimes too suddenly,
Or never, or slowly.
If Destiny must be something,
It'll be an Ugly Duckling
With a sharp beak
And can blossom to its peak.
A trouble full of Delight,
However they can take flight?

Destiny's twin problem, Love and Lust,
Both have problem with trust.
Which is which? Who can tell?
Lust burns as good as hell
And can bait and lure,
While Love is very pure,
Hidden deep in a mine
So complicated, rich and fine.
Trouble is, they tangle the strings.
Did you solve these things?