fate is in her hands

Destiny is a gift given by thunder

Which is why I don’t believe such as this wonder

It was merely a coincidence when her and I were summoned for the same task

We did what we were assigned without us having to be asked


As we train to fight and surcease one’s sorrow

We were so impossibly close, that a book didn’t have to be borrowed

We both shared a dissatisfying goal

Something that lingers deep down in our souls


We progress and progress together as one

Of course we were told we couldn’t be together, but we didn’t worry about that a ton

From the day she very first kissed me

To when we are face to face, her getting ready to kill me

I long on the thought that maybe it was destiny

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