Fate

Thro’ countless æons sunless and remote

A Soul went searching for its spirit mate,

Thro’ star-stained space, o'er wind-swept deep, afloat,

Forever desolate.

Anon, another spirit, lone of heart

Goes forth thro’ voiceless void to seek its mate;

Eftsoon they meet, these twain, strike hands... and part!

And this is Fate.