flip a coin through the air
gleaming as it turns
the light of fate hits the edge
as it clatters on the ground
its reflected light
carves a path of chance
through the dark
through the unknown
into the future yonder

will you follow it?
or will you choose
the wild?
what is fate for you?
what is fate
to you?

sweet things come with
bitter tones
and the smile of Janus
haunts the coin
light slashing, eyes watching
ever cautious, ever filled
with both warning
and provocation

slam the coin
on the table
and its piercing eyes
stare into yours
cutting to the core
of your soul

and it asks you, who are
shackled by your mortality
voiceless, yet deafening
“will you choose to follow
the path of golden threads
laid by the Three Fates,
or to venture into
the unknown wild,
graced with the blessings
of the Two Faced God?”

what is fate to you?
fate is nothing
fate was made
to be tempted

flip a coin through the air
and the coin lands
on its edge
tittering and twirling
eternally spinning
at once possible, yet not
at once everything, yet nothing
at the same time