The Kismet Edict

And fate decreed
"'Twas meant to be!"
The words from lush lips fell,
Tumbling toward the dirt.
Spun sugar, the web ensnared us,
Captured all our lives and bound us.
"You are mine, my dear."
The song she sang,
Keening high, so sweetly,
Shattered eardrums,
Cochlea, anvil and hammer.
"I am no prisoner of yours!"
To move along so freely,
Liquid, flowing, and seething,
Like molten rock carving paths
Of destruction through healthy life.
"I'll create my own destiny."
But destiny had chosen prior:
"'Twas meant to be!"
Choices, free enterprises,
Human agency didn't matter
As the world turned 'round its axis,
Fixed to a shining star.
"You are mine, my dear."