My fate she follows me;

she looks to me to lead the way.

She stays with me, survives me.

Steadfast,

and sometimes unseen

in these dark human valleys.

She flickers behind me in bright moonlight,

and stretches tall in sunny winter afternoon forests.

Come along my little fate, my dark little sprite, dancing umbra,

watcher of my will, keeper of my way.

Poem by Merenda Cecelia

Art by Peter Sugarman