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To Fight Fate

The unwinnable battles.

By Jason MortonPublished 2 months ago • 2 min read
To Fight Fate
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Where is that feeling which once was so deliciously scary

Taken from within by the hands of the sisters three

Cruel and unyielding are their influences over thee

From them, one can never run hard enough to truly be free


It's there in our innocence, so plentiful and true

Wrapping around our souls, such a light shining from us

Feelings so deep and so pure can never be without fear

Not losing them in this crazy world would be such a plus


As things change from that first breath to the last

We lose the grasp of such beauties and wonders

Stuck in the opus of such made up imporance

Running through the world amassing little more than plunders


What mattered still does, much more than before

The feelings aren't there, for all that's good dies

Grasp onto them and hold for all that's dear

Live better in the warmth, before your dust in the skies


What happened to glee and the smiles of the innocent

The transition of life buried them in the vastness of the abyss

Grief and pain, loss and the strain, of living versus survival

Knowing that the most beautiful things are ones you'll have to miss


Pointless it often seems as you grasp the truth of what's there

From the bliss of the white sands and clear waters bright flare

To the majesty of the mountains reaching into the bright blues

Many will never see such wonders, while others live without a care


If one could, they surely would, but time was never on their side

And the three sisters' hands were nothing to them but unkind

To many face harsh challenges that continually abound

Inescapable destinies from which no solutions they will find


Such fated miseries to them feel heavy and burdensome

Yet they never did fail to continue to journey onward

The others considered it but to no avail

For they saw the uphill as the absolutely absurd


Long did live the fighters of Azaellia

Deep in the heart of the magic lands within man

For they were that strong, even the fates could only steer

They were the ones who never did stop, despite the three sisters' wicked plan

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Jason Morton

From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.

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    Written by Jason Morton