Fear and malice more Shows the icy shore
Wherein one stares will see the tides
Freedom is of life as are my chains of strife
Champions fight forever as we are all victims of “I never”
A quaint tool a dice is for what fate it chooses is close to Michaels’ guess
Again and again it rolls to make me fate’s fool
What path do I choose? that of risk, which I know I will lose?
Or one of harmony, inner peace, far beyond a mortal ruse?
I may be fate’s fool but I will burn in hell before
Fate makes me its’ stepping stool