[Shipwreck - that's the prompt I was given, a word to be included in the poem. Here's what came to my mind.]
Shipwreck
And her silent face was in my hand,
The destined moments?
Moments you simply cannot accept
As sheer coincidence.
Like a thief stumbling upon Arkenstone
In a dragon's vault.
Like a drunkard eyeing a barrel
In an elvish shipwreck.
Because these moments
You never dreamt of.
Because these moments
Won't come again.
Or will they?
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