Poem: The Mysterious Destiny of Doom

[Poet of Ephraim]

A chosen leaf is plucked and torn,
A daisy falls in grass that’s shorn.  
A wedding’s sealed, a glass is smashed,
A candle lives and burns its wax.
So it is in the realm of men
For those with doom laid out for them.
Their wicked ways serve for a function,
But woe awaits and great destruction.

Inspired by Proverbs 16:4, Exodus 9:16, Isaiah 37:24-29

~Poet of Ephraim