A fate predestined and writ in the stars Spelled across the darkened moonlit skies A young girl on bended

knees looks up- cries Dear Lord! Help me! Show me! I am but yours Not knowingly, He would for her turn tides Fate What willed to be decision repine Sands in hourglass its womanly curves He would straighten glass and redesign time For fate dealt her death by sword in her prime Fatal wound from Timon Shakespeare did record Heavens! Superman reversed earth -rewind The clock of doomsday for love of his life The Lords virgin bride to be pleaded overturn Vile esteemed men the husbandry- robbed -warred