"The Wheel Of Fate"

This was composed by my little bro Velvel - I lovingly dubbed him "Evil" many years ago - This might give you some insight as to why... I was blown away by it, because he had never read me any of his recent poems, and I was so proud, I had to post it here :). I contributed nothing to this whole poem besides for the title, and I took that straight from the text! So all you fans of dark poetry have to send your fan mail to him ;). He also does happy and romantic poems, If he lets, I'll post some of those next...

Swirling in dark pools beneath the surface of the earth,
He sits and bathes in a horrid dark mirth.
His son Death and Daughter doom,
An imposing shadow the three do loom.
The cold grip of his fingers slowly tightening around your neck,
Reduce all but the select few to a babbling wreck.
Are you among the many or the few?
Shall I take chance to bridge the gap with the likes of you?
To enter a place where even the demons rue?
Where undying darkness and pain await,
And on a closed and forgotten door you would eternally berate,
whilst upon you his evil he will satiate.
No! Away from you my sense does steer,
Reeking from you the scent of sickly fear.
And yet again for another my pain must wait,
For you were not destined to spin the wheel of fate...