In a dark mood tonight, it's as good a time as ever to share one of my grandmother's darker poems:

Fate inexorable, crushing me down,--
Like the organ in chapel,
Deep, solemn notes that rise over the conflict,
Noise and confusion;
Low notes, omnipotent, steadily mighty.
Fate inevitable, beating me back
Slowly, relentlessly, fiercely as ocean waves,
Strong as the undertow, deep as the current
Fate invincible, --destiny, --platitudes
Crushing me down.