The Amusement of Destiny

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Life blooms briefly like mist on darkened seas.

Who draws the line between our wars and peace?

We walk like kings on fate’s enormous board,

Yet hidden snakes still guard each shining sword.

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“Can wisdom save mankind from grief and death?”

“No mind escapes fate’s slowly counting breath.”

We move through life like masters skilled in chess,

Through measured thought and disciplined finesse.

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The bishops glide like swans through lakes of war,

The knights leap blind like storms from distant shores.

Our fragile pawns march onward row by row,

Like winter leaves beneath cold winds that blow.

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Yet destiny still laughs behind the veil,

Checkmating every guarded dream and trail.

It rolls its dice through shadows cold and vast,

Deciding which bright moment fades too fast.

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It throws bright ladders toward ambitious hands,

Then sends dark serpents coiling through our lands.

A single throw may raise a soul to skies,

The next may drown an empire once thought wise.

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A beggar wakes and suddenly wears gold.

A mighty empire turns overnight cold.

A healthy man who praised the morning sun

Now counts his breaths when day is almost done.

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Look there beneath pale hospital moonlight:

A cancer patient wrestles through the night.

His veins hold poison burning slow and deep,

Yet still his soul refuses deathlike sleep.

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“Why beg for life while standing near the grave?”

“Because one dawn is worth all pain to save.”

His trembling hands still reach for vanished springs,

Like broken birds still dreaming they have wings.

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Death watches softly from the edge of time,

Like silent snowfall covering a shrine.

Perhaps death is destiny’s lonely art,

A hidden hand that studies every heart.

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Still humans love despite the nearing end.

Still strangers heal, forgive, protect, defend.

Though every king eventually must fall,

Hope teaches why we dare to play at all.

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Life is a phenomenon strange and vast,

A fragile flame not meant forever last.

And destiny-both serpent, board, and sky-

Still wonders why we live before we die.

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