#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
The light sparkling on my eyes,
Of the moon and the stars,
As a prey in the forest,
Watched by a predator,
The fate of thine,
Mocks the fate of mine,
I rule my own life,
Not a puppet of the God,
I myself am the God,
Everyone exists for me,
When I count my last breath,
Extinct goes the whole world,
Everything borne anew,
When I come to exist,
I rule my life,
Just continuing as it is.

© Chrondilia