29 August 2012
Destiny's course begun
His single room, desolate tomb
Was heading for the sun
Calmness them took over
As his rocket hurled through space
And nebulae passed softly
He'd accept his fate with grace
One last shot at redemption
His computer was still on
His final act, to gain the facts
Before all hope had gone
He typed, 'What are my chances'
For his mortal fear had grown
The screen stared back, unblinking
'Does not compute. Unknown...'
Fate • Opuss № I