Running Away from Fate

 

(Based on ‘Allegro con brio’ from ‘Symphony No.5 “Fate”’ by Ludwig Van Beethoven)

 

Here it comes!

Oh, here he is!

The tall, masked man called Fate,

He’s here to take me away,

But I’ll not let him, to come near

me, so I ran away,

away, AWAY!

Oh God, here he is again!

 

He’ll not stop till he claims me,

He’ll not stop till he grabs me,

Turns me, and changes

my future into something different,

SOMETHING WHICH I CANNOT IMAGINE!

SOMETHING WHICH CAN MAKE ME DEAD!

Oh God, the masked black Fate is here!

 

When I’ve come at a very long distance,

Far from where civilization would find me,

I turn behind my back, and see…

See no one…I FINALLY MADE IT!

Rejoicing, I hop about,

Dance in the woodland air

Until, I find a black shadow slowly appearing

Carrying with it a sense of dread never felt before

And it took me only a few moments to identify who it was,

And then, I screamed

 

‘FIEND! THOU CHASING ME STILL!’

And muttering curses, I departed again

To run as fast as my feet could carry me,

As the air filled with words…words of criticism,

hate, anger, and jealousy,

As I wondered, what did I do?

Why is Fate chasing me like a madman?

I turn behind, and see the cold apparition

of the black mask haunting me STILL!

 

Here I am now hiding, behind a boulder

A boulder of broken dreams,

of broken ambitions, cast

long ago into the sky,

Broken down by nepotic drugs,

‘force’ sledgehammers, and dynamites

of ‘spotlight’, and I ponder

upon the lost golden days

where people were still not cut-throats

Suddenly, a chill wind arouses me out of all of it,

And I jump back, and jump away from the boulder,

THERE HE IS!

 

THERE HE IS! FATE!

As I saw him crumble down the last drops of truth…

And then, he called out, in a chilling voice,

Which made me tremble very badly,

‘You are mine, dear one!

You can’t escape from me…

You can’t escape from my clutches of future…

You can’t escape from me…’

 

‘BEGONE DEMON! I’LL NEVER BE YOURS!’

I shouted, as I throw a handful of dust at him,

Dust of altered future,

And he gets distracted by it…

And so, I run again…

To where my ‘present’ feet take me away…

 

All at once, everything falls silent,

As I stand there, breathing heavily,

Against the trees of the Forest of Relief,

Where an introverted air fills the atmosphere,

While I thus lay standing over there,

There came the sound of a reed flute,

The flute sounded of overshadowed,

A woman, who once had ambitions high,

But taken away by Fate…

Who is he that comes now?

 

NO! HERE HE IS AGAIN!

The tall man, the masked man

The black man named Fate!

Now, I run away again,

Only to slip my foo, and fall

Into the mud of the antonym of the Eight-Fold Path…

And then, he comes up to me closely,

As I sidle away backwards,

The booming voice of Fate again rings,

Cutting the air of momentary bliss,

As a vast black fog goes through me – kicking

me dead, among the others who tried run away from Fate…

 

And as I lay there, staring with whatever last strength I had,

I saw his face, the red eyes of where my future lay,

The hands which bought life to some, death to others…

And I heard him whisper the same old words,

‘You can never escape from me…

You cannot escape from me…’

***

M.Macabre

16.12.2020

Dedicated to: Ludwig Van Beethoven (Happy Birthday!), Redi, R.Escreva, Anastasius