Fate's Battle

He sits amung the blood, amung the sorrow,
He thinks of her, how she left him.
He knows he was right, about her hidden hate,
He learned he was wrong, about her feeling towards him,
He saw the pain behind her eyes, and how they reflected his.
He bacame what he is, he left himself behind,
Now he sits behind the flames, behind her body,
He waits to see, see what will happen.
See what will become, what will end.
He knows he's lost something o this night,
He knows he lost his hope,
He knows he's lost the battle of fate.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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