Our Destiny

A Poem by Jane Doe

It's poem!(:

When the candle,
Abruptly blows out,
A slow ugly finger beckons your forward,
A deep gravely voice states you must come hither.

The stomach feeling of nerves is hard to handle,
But we manage anyway, a loud shout,
Caught in our throat because it all seems horrid,
But the finest feather,
Could make us pass out.

For the anxiety is high,
The heartbeat is insanely fast,
You never know how bad the damage may go,
Until the day after you pass.

But then a white light begins to shine,
And the dark begins to scurry away,
Leaving you momentarily blind,
Leaving you in the clutches of god instead of fate today.