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Destiny

Through the town, the Ingle\'s flame did wane

And with it, the warmth of hearth and home

Its light, a beacon, now flickering and dim

As the imp of the Ingle did shrivel within

Leaving a void of darkness in its wake

 

The nymph of the Mirror, her beauty so fair

Drowned in the depths of her own reflection

Lost in a world of illusions and deceit

Her spirit, suffocated by her own perfection

A tragic end to her once radiant grace

 

Die, demon of the Cupboard, your secrets untold

Your whispers of temptation, now silenced and cold

No longer a hiding place for the darkness within

As the spectre of the Stair takes flight and flees

 

And die, you lean Clock\'s warden, who ticks and tocks

Whispering in my ear, your relentless, haunting voice

With each passing moment, dragging me into despair

But now, your power wanes, as I break free from your hold

 

For I am the master of my own fate

No longer bound by the demons that haunt

I rise above the shadows that once held me down

And in their demise, I find my own rebirth.

 

So let the Ingle\'s imp shrivel and fade

Let the nymph of the Mirror find peace in her depths

Let the demon of the Cupboard meet its final fate

And the lean Clock\'s warden, be silenced at last.

 

For I am the master of my own destiny

And through the town, I walk with newfound strength

No longer held captive by the forces of despair

I am free, I am alive, I am reborn. (\"Destiny\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.