Fortune – Daily Word Prompt
Would fate berate an anthem upon my chasm
— or rather —
let the handsome man bait his slate
I could fathom the fortune and
Hate’s dependent upon acclaimed faith.
Do you translate in some irate spasm? Or wrap repentant words like a lathe?
Transcendent interdependence are the stroke of fate;
Two unfortunately souls bowing to its mate. Neither dictate or depreciate.
Damned to either
accentuate or assassinate.