Lekhny Story -17-Jun-2024

Name: Sree Varshini R Genre: Destiny _ A Dark Truth Genre: Epic Poem

In the shadowed folds of fate's design, Where threads of life entwine and twine, A tale is told of destiny, A dark truth masked in mystery.

Beneath the moon's pale, ghostly gleam, Where time flows like a silent stream, The Fates their ancient loom did spin, And wove the lives of mortal men.

From high Olympus' gleaming halls, To earth's domain, where shadows fall, The gods decreed a path unbent, For every soul, their life was lent.

Oh, mighty Zeus, with thunder's roar, And Hades, ruler of the core, They whispered in the winds of night, And shaped the world with unseen might.

In village small and city grand, The destinies of every land Were etched in stars and written deep In dreams that stir the restless sleep.

A maiden fair, with eyes so bright, Gazed at the stars one fateful night, She felt the pull of forces strong, A siren's call, a destiny's song.

"Why am I here?" she softly cried, To heavens vast and far and wide, "What purpose does this life unfold? What secrets does the future hold?"

Her name was Lyra, pure and true, Her heart was kind, her spirit new, Yet in her veins, there coursed a flame, A power tied to fate's dark name.

One night, when silence cloaked the land, She found a book within her hand, A tome of ancient lore and spells, With secrets that no mortal tells.

Its cover, worn with age and dust, Held tales of gods and human trust, Of destinies both dark and light, Of fortunes won and endless night.

She read the words, both foul and fair, Of prophecies beyond compare, Of battles fought in realms unseen, Of forces neither pure nor clean.

Her mind was filled with visions dire, Of worlds consumed by endless fire, Of shadows creeping through the day, Of heroes lost, and villains' sway.

She saw the threads of life and death, Entwined within each mortal breath, And felt the weight of futures planned, By gods' unseen and guiding hand.

With trembling voice, she called the night, "Is there no way to change this plight? Are we but pawns in cosmic game, Our fates unchangeable, our lives the same?"

A whisper then, so soft and low, From shadows where the moonlight's glow Could not dispel the darkness deep, A voice that stirred her from her sleep.

"Dear child," it said, with voice so cold, "These truths are ancient, dark, and old, The Fates decree, and men obey, Their paths are set, come night or day.

But power lies within your grasp, To change the course, to break the clasp, Of destiny's unyielding chains, To alter what the night contains."

Her heart was torn by fear and hope, As she with destiny did cope, To challenge gods, to break the mold, To forge a future, fierce and bold.

She ventured forth, with courage keen, Through lands where only darkness seen, To find the Fates, to seek their lair, To question, fight, and lay truth bare.

Through forests deep and mountains high, Beneath the vast, unyielding sky, She journeyed far, both night and day, To find the path, to light the way.

At last she stood, with heart of steel, Before the Fates, their eyes concealed, In shadows deep, they wove their thread, Of lives of men, both quick and dead.

"Why do you come?" their voices rang, A chorus dark, a sorrow sang, "I seek the truth," she boldly said, "Of destinies that lie ahead.

Are we but puppets in your hands? Our lives but lines in shifting sands? Or can we forge our path anew, With strength and will, with courage true?"

The Fates they laughed, a sound so bleak, "To change the world, you must be weak, For destiny is dark and deep, A secret that the shadows keep.

Yet if you dare, to challenge fate, To fight against the future's weight, Then know the cost, the price to pay, To break the night, to change the day."

With heart resolved, she faced the dark, Embraced the shadows, felt the spark, Of power old and magic grand, To wrest her life from Fate's own hand.

A battle fierce within her soul, As dark and light began to roll, A war of wills, of strength and mind, Of future paths, of ties that bind.

And in the end, with cry so bright, She shattered chains, she won the fight, Her destiny, a path now free, Her future, hers, by her decree.

Thus Lyra proved the dark untrue, That destiny is not a hue Of blackest night, but shades of gray, A truth that bends beneath the day.

In shadows deep, the Fates did smile, Their secret kept, their ancient guile, For though a life she did reclaim, The dark truth stayed, an endless flame.

For destiny, with threads so tight, Can still be changed, with will and might, A dark truth hidden, yet revealed, By those who dare, by those who wield.

So heed this tale, of fate's design, Of lives that twine, of stars that shine, For destiny, a dark truth known, Can yet be shaped, can yet be sown.