The words this week are angelic, foster, ruin.
I decided to try it twice. Comments are welcome.
Fate, the foster child of heaven,
just when we may expect it
to lead us to ruin
will suddenly turn
and play an angelic chord.
No. I reject your angelic smile
and your eyes that foster trust.
I won’t be trapped by perfect love.
I’ll remain forever free.
You won’t ruin me.