She walks this earth here around us, taking away our hopes and dreams.
She drains us of our life and happiness, pulling us apart at the seams.

She touches us with her cold white hands to tear us apart.
She makes us unhappy, thus she is playing her part.

Her voice cold like the dagger she carries.
Her laughter is mocking like her fairies'.

She wears her pride upon her face.
Her cold words like a mace

That tears him farther from me still.
Her actions that make me kill

Each day I die inside, more and more
Because she mocks me furthermore.

Her name, I must say
Is the dreaded Lady Fate.

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