Twisting the Threads of Fate

Pounding through hell, relentless and fierce,
it has come to be—a twist that pierce.
Miss fortune of fate has struck her match,
igniting the fire, a flame to dispatch.

A collision of souls that never should meet,
a mix of destinies thrown off beat.
Simplifying the crowd, paring it down,
bending the knot where reason drowns.

The match was struck, the flame set alight,
a spark that burns through the endless night.
What once was separate, now entwined,
a fate that binds, cruelly designed.

Through the flames, we push and pull,
bending the knot till it takes its toll.
Twisting the threads that fate has sewn,
trying to make sense of the unknown.

But the match is lit, the path is clear,
pounding through hell with nothing to fear.
For what’s done is done, the dice have rolled,
now we simplify, let the story unfold.

Bending the knot, we twist and strain,
trying to undo what’s bound by pain.
For some things, once joined, cannot be unmade,
the mix of fate, a debt to be paid.

So we pound through hell, through fire and ash,
facing the fate of a match that crashed.
Simplifying the chaos, bending the line,
seeking a peace where destinies intertwine.

But miss fortune smiles, her work is done,
the knot is tied, the battle won.
Now we’re left to bear the weight,
of a match that sealed our twisted fate.