Fate

I found this in one of my notebooks. I wrote it last year, probably around this time so I decided to let it hang out on the blog.

The unconventional warriors of this earth
We have always been but never birthed
Inside the soul of the mighty oak tree
We are the winds of change and your final decree

You often sleep with our grip on your throat
Our location in labyrinths far off and remote
In the deepest, darkest parts of your cortex
Our energy runs white in a frenzied vortex

Though we are not the warriors of death
We are not here to stop your rhythmic breath
We end time and begin seasons
We give answers and provide all reasons

Decisions are made. What a misconception
A decision is simply a matter of perception
Perceiving what has always been
We have long ago decided your life from within

The unconventional warriors of this earth
We have always been but never birthed
Inside the soul of the mighty oak tree
We are the winds of change and your final decree