In the quiet murmurs of the night,
Fate weaves paths unseen, yet bright.
Threads of might and gentle light,
Guiding souls in their flight.
Beneath the stars’ eternal gaze,
Lives entwine in a mystic maze.
Moments fleeting, yet ablaze,
In destiny’s curious embrace.
Echoes of dreams in twilight’s glow,
Carried by winds that softly blow.
Choices made, seeds we sow,
In the river of time, we flow.
Where paths converge and stories blend,
Fate’s gentle hand begins to mend.
A tapestry with no end,
In destiny’s arms, we transcend.