Question Marks

She holds a locket
containing a golden watch
in her palm,
its hands move backwards,
sometimes stopping,
never points to true time,

On the cover of the locket
are faces that constantly change,
each a life she sees in whimsical glances
deciding to bless or curse
as her mood inspires.

For she is fate, goddess of fortune,
daughter of a god and mortal queen,
who has ethereal talons to sway any seconds,
but posses of the most tempest spirit.
A legacy of her mother's nature,
still unable to believe at times
how her mixed breeding
left her ethereal essence
experiencing cycles of PMS,
but when it strikes
her thoughts turn dark,
venting in some special creative way
a dash of bad luck upon any soul who catches her attention.

In happier times
beset of generosity
passing out the diamonds of joy
to someone that caught her eye.

This lark of tempest flair
always leaving questions in every heart
about the way life works,
but it truly serves a divine purpose
for the immortals understood
without a few question marks in life
man's creativity wouldn't be inspired
to look for answers.