Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 45: (WHIRL) in the C rhyme line.

No one knows what stars would foretell,
And how the chimes of time would turn,
To future no one could discern,
Bidding those dear dreams a farewell,
Giving lifelong plans a death knell,
You stand alone in deadly swirl,
Braving painful buffets it hurls,
You want to dam the fiery tides,
But all your efforts it derides,
Blowing its trumpet with a skirl.

Via : Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge

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