An Exchange With Fate

She stood before the Fate of man,

Undaunted beneath his gaze.

A fire crackles in her eyes,

A question on her tongue.

What do you want my little spite?

What would you have of me?

Have you come to beg for life,

To change your destiny.

She squared her shoulders,

She stood her ground,

And smiled a crooked grin.

O tempting Fate how innocent,

Why would I seek for life?

When all around is already dark,

I do not fear death.

Well that is wisdom I see in you,

For what is to fear in death?

In death there is nothing,

Death is simply empty.

Life is where the struggle lies,

Life contains the pain.

Then what am I to do?

Struggle

What of the request I bear,

What gift will you bestow?

What weapon will you forge for me,

To fight against this night?

I give to you your sharpened teeth,

Your nails, your feet and bones.

No greater weapon do you bear,

So I give to you yourself.