As I walk along life's path,
A shadow passes by.
I know not who or what,
I knwo not when or why.

What is this shadow's cusre,
Whom roams o'er all the land.
Whom none can stop,
Neither bye heart nor mind nor hand.

He wears the mask of death,
And neveer can he wait.
He's always on the move,
This shadow which is FATE!!!

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 310 AF.