In to the sword of destiny <br />you <br />throw me merciless: <br />ah! there is no pity <br />even if a Poet Seer! <br />destiny has favorites <br />power and glory <br />but wait! in short term <br />only. <br />For touched and goaded by <br />Justice continually <br />Destiny long term his <br />ancient friends discards <br />power and glory and <br />what in his frosty hand of <br />oblivion lay he warms to fame <br />and makes for unknown humans <br />a new shrine and a new name.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-to-the-sword-of-destiny/
