Despondency

Fate has been in love with Time for what could have been millions and millions of years. And Time loved Fate in return.

Time would give Fate so many gifts,
memories to be remembered–and forgotten,
laughter gone unheard and heard,
tears seen, and will never be seen.

Fate tipped the scales of life and death,
and offered Time lives and stories.
Youth and decay, happiness and sadness.
Time kept the gifts forever and ever.

But in the midst of all those lives and all those stories, the tipping of the scales, the passage of the years, Time forgot Fate, and met the World.

Thus is the story, how Fate rocks the World with sadness and destruction,
of how at times Fate would be merciful and give the World happiness and peace,
and Fate still tipping scales of death and life and life and death, and all the stories she used to give to Time to mold was for hers and hers alone, making the World seem cruel to the eyes of strangers,
and Time but the flow, keeping the World at bay, making it whole and beautiful, as it should be, and it is the truth.

This is the story, when once upon a time, Fate had loved Time, and Time had loved Fate, and the World had written the saddest tale of all.