Divine Enigma: A Chilling Dance With Fate Poem by Noen Muti

In the shadowed seconds, mysteries unfold,
Death's silent whispers, a tale untold.
God, a puppeteer in the cosmic play,
With whims untamed, creations in dismay.

If He desires to pluck life's fragile thread,
No mortal plea, no escape is bred.
In His hands, the power to nurture or erase,
No voice dares challenge, in His divine space.

A chilling dance, where fear takes its hold,
In the enigma of seconds, stories untold.