In the drapery of time
A story begins
Beneath the twilights veil
Destiny finds its eclipse
Memories unfold like aged wine
Stars shimmer
Writing a fate so divine
Like a butterfly's wings, the story flutters and flies
Tangled between sorrows and rejoice, it meets a dream's demise
It leaves a man stranded
From flesh to bones
The beauty of a man is the destruction of his own

As the tale moves on,
The thread of destiny tangles and aches,
A fragile chaos, yet a want, it makes.

It loops through hearts and sings in dreams,
Fragile as whispers, as strong as streams.

In the web of stars, a single line,
Guides the lost through space and time.

The silent thread, time does weave,
Carries tales he cannot perceive.

Through shadows he stands,
With courage untold.
A flicker of light, in darkness bold.

Through winds and storms, he finds his grace.
In every scar, a triumph's trace.

The string of fate, so finely spun
Leads the way to what has begun.

Silly he, who doesn't know,

That for fate is none but a part of his own.

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