Formal Poem: Destiny Is...?

Destiny is…?

Everything is a reminder of the past

Hopes that she will return at last

With innocent obsidian eyes

Withering music begins to rise

Her eerie song fills the air

All around, floats glimmering hair

Golden strands now turned black

Decaying tears begin to crack

Raised head, face shrouded in dark

Haunted by the memory of the mark

Words falter on my tongue

Hope lies silent for the young

Hand cripples by the touch

Power blossoms too much

Blinded by her choice,

Death spreads by her voice

Earth rumbles and shake

The ones she loves drop and break

Sunlight rises anew,

Yet the pain only grew

The great tree falls in strife

Breaking the chains of life

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