Dear Fate,
Wind courses through his hair.
The Bee hurtles across the pavement.
He achieves true bliss,
assuming risk and consequence.
Truly alive at this moment,
reapers bear down on him.
Pure ecstasy of speed is the blood
pumping through his arms.
Shadows suddenly appear on the horizon.
He is destined to meet mystery head on.
Thinking of his beloved,
he sees memories most dear.
Certain of his fate,
obstacles cast shadows on the signs.
The reaper is a doe,
gifting and shattering.
He holds her close.
His heart throbs.
My Dear,
I have met my one and only.
My Deer,
My Fate.
