The Call of Fate

The stars wane here;
Luminosity falling short in vain.
Streaks of bewilderment are near,
Yet, remain bare to those who hear.
Can’t you see?
It isn’t you nor I who must head,
Rather those who committed the deed!

A mysticism befalls such pride,
Oozing, bellowing, by their side.
Nihility remains as all subsides.
For darkness is redeeming light,
Yet, everything shall still go by.
For if not you, nor I,
Then who is to go By and By?
Death,

Or rather life in a rebirth form,
Takes those who are yet to solely be born.
O! ‘Tis this not forlorn?
At Fate's end, are we not those who slew the horn?
An ego to be forever scorn!
The ebb and flow rung through you and I,
Yet, maybe it is I that go
By and By.