The soul which endures cruelty, <br /> Shall forever stand as stone. <br /> As the perpetrator, in the end, <br /> Shall be put to death and die alone. <br /> <br /> The one who giver her virtue, <br /> Shall forever live in shame. <br /> She who waits till love is true, <br /> Shall do honor to her name. <br /> <br /> I pity those, the coldhearted, <br /> For they shall feel the pain. <br /> Fate will finish what they've started; <br /> Slowly driving them insane. <br /> <br /> One day evil beings will fall. <br /> Good shall watch them all die. <br /> They will pay for it all; <br /> For them, no eyes shall cry. <br /> <br /> As they fall down, <br /> No one will care. <br /> No grieving hometown, <br /> No one will be there. <br /> <br /> Who should cure for their expired life? <br /> Who cares what dream of a hater shatters? <br /> They, the causes of sorrow's strife, <br /> Shall become that of which no thing matters. <br /> <br /> For these, good people cannot cry. <br /> Some hearts just feel no pain. <br /> They won't in sorrow up and die, <br /> For good won't be drove insane. <br /> <br /> Some envy will turn to hate. <br /> Some eyes then, will fill with rage. <br /> But, in glory, shall relate. <br /> The soul who turns the other page.<br /><br />Katherine Grams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-of-fate/
