Destiny in My Hands Paul Bentley They narrate an archaic rural

They narrate an archaic rural way of life dominated by the seasons

pondering inwardly what all this might mean or amount to

Runner up for the Whitbread award

It is an epic

including EastEnders

Destiny in My Hands Paul Bentley They narrate an archaic ruralDestiny in My Hands Do you mock me, fair one? Do you insult me whirlwind of worlds unknown? Or do you try and tempt me? Now in my hand you repose Temperate lady destiny? Destiny in my hands Fair as a shell conch In my hand, my heart my being So fine, too thin to tread, The line I can feel and not see Yet too wide to leap, Hence destiny must I embrace A chaste peck on the cheek Formal, stone cold, dead Dare I enfold and entangle In my arms, my life, my