Author's Note: This poem is for all of the Jack fans… (ahem, Miss Thang, cough, cough)

At the Hands of Fate: Death himself has a few thoughts of his own….

She's always there, always in the way,

And whenever I confront her, she always has something witty to say.

I recognize the burden, the pain in her eyes,

But she won't give up the fight, continuing to spit out those lies.

Too stubborn to have understood,

That saving lives will do no good.

Thinking that I have no heart or soul,

Her mind set firmly on her goal.

Stupid bitch, foolish in her ways,

Knows that I hate re-living days.

But what she doesn't know,

Is that there's someone else, someone who loves her so.

She loves him, she's made the effort and tried,

But she doesn't know he's on my side.

We just see things differently, that's all,

Caught her off-guard with a sudden fall.

She already knew she had come too late,

That's just what happens at the hands of fate.

Author's Note: Whoa, that was a very hard one to write. So, PLEASE REVIEW!