This is very well done! I cannot begin to touch on your conlang, which to me is an impressive feat in and of itself. I can, however, say that this is a beautiful affirmation. I love work that rages against the possible. But beyond your strict affirmation, I find an irony at play here which allows the poem to sort of turn on itself. The final line becomes humbling when one realizes that, by definition, fate cannot be altered. As a result, the poem becomes a critique of itself both affirming and negating the concept of true transcendence.

I have to say that none of that was intended. Like I said in the comment section, this poem was originally inspired by the moon, and after the first line, it kinda flowed out. Thanks for the comment! I think you're the first person on FA who's read it.

I call the sense of dramatic flow a "writer's daze" in which the words basically form themselves and we are but the tool. I do agree though this is some strong work.

Interestingly enough, this verse seems remarkably akin to a sphinx's riddle,
Possibly something one would find engraved on the wall of an ancient burial chamber dedicated to the moon.
Very whimsical, very curious. It makes me eager to hunt for the meaning between the lines.