Fate, fortune, destiny,
They drive us, they hasten us,
Down our avenues of circumstance,
That assign us each
Our personal histories,
That we are remembered by.
And it was fate, fortune, destiny,
That hurried you along,
In your vile and spiteful quest,
Your heinous malevolence,
Your ill-natured plan,
To destroy me once and for all.
And my destruction was complete,
A kind word, a good meal,
A vial of venom,
Unseen,
Was all it took,
To do me in,
I, who would have given you anything!
The Fate you chose,
Had sealed my doom,
And here your story,
Was complete,
As far as you were concerned with me.
Or so you thought,
For the following night, I visited you
In your room,
Yes, that was me,
Impossibly me,
Who whispered from the wall,
Who rustled the papers,
On the desk,
Who blew the ashes,
And the cinders,
From the fireplace,
It was me,
Who shadowed to your bedside,
While you were still half dreaming,
Your mind slowly coming to terms,
With a reality on the outside,
Suddenly just as terrible,
As the unreality on the in,
It was me,
That grinned in the gloom,
Of shaded moonlight through your window,
A mortal smirk,
On my immortal mask,
On my now ghastly face,
You in your bed,
And I standing over you,
Your screeching and scraping,
Becoming the only music,
I will ever know again,
How Fate has tricked you!
How Destiny tried you,
How Fortune has smiled on neither of us!
For all the while,
You judged yourself Mistress
Of Fate, and Fortune, and Destiny,
As you played directly into their plans.
For the Fate you had planned,
For me alone,
Will you now suffer along with me.
I will be here tonight,
And tomorrow night,
And every night after,
To bring the darkness,
And madness,
Of a terrible and most heartless Fate.
