Lies he hath spokenthe one they call William
Fate, Destiny, the Divine
You've gone by many names
Sight unseen
Thy many paths are littered
with dreams broken
and hopes unspoken
By faith we walk
by actions we commit
Like rain forged estuaries
we rush headlong
towards the inevitable
The road unlit
the home of Puck
oh how it beckons
Ever weary my footing unsure
The trail well trodden
Choices will be made
Nary a tear I will shed
In comfort of knowledge serene
That accept I will
your ungentle guidance
this fool of fortune
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