Flames of KismetForces unknown, shadowy worlds.
Darkness succumbs the future.
Like a baton, fate is twirled.
By the fingers of the
Flames of Kismet.
Fires roar, like demonic beasts.
Risen from below.
Crowded pushing, frenzied feast.
On an unfortunate fellow.
Follow the path, lined with woe.
Don't stray far, from destiny.
Flaming red, and burning low.
Lay waiting, the
Flames of Kismet.
Watching time, flow slowly by.
Pausing in hesitation.
Raging war on those too sly.
For they escaped attention.
All those unwary, those too slow.
Fell in hidden traps.
The ones who never looked up to see.
Were eaten, by the
Flames of Kismet.
Stripes mark the past, of time.
Wings show flight of tomorrow.
Floating orbs, glowing alike.
Foreboding glance of sorrow.
Unknown, yet, on minds of all.
Fearful of the power.
For one day, his rage will fall.
On everyone of everywhere.
For he is, the
Flames of Kismet.
~FridayBy the way, Kismet means fate... in English...