Fate’s Shadow



Elisabetta Panzica


There upon a morbid landscape

The image of a man was drawn

Like a painting yet unfinished

Incomplete in composition

Of the flesh and of the spirit

Lacking an essential element

That once held his entity together


Fate’s shadow crawled into his world

Took from him all that he ever had

Like a thief in the night

It crept into his soul

Robbed him of his treasure

His life, his only love