Love Your Fate

[CRNDLSM]

Places where the meter is pretty consistent and catchy, others lose me, sometimes the bouncing language twists the grammar a little bit making me reread the line some times which might take away from the coherency.  

Twin sisters rest their eyes upon a deep and darkened wood
Between them said, I fear it not, yet longer still they stood.
Within them both a voice did say, your past is both the same
To make a choice and wander now, that past will not remain.i don't understand how a past will disappear.  I guess as events are added to it, changing the new past as they make different choices?
 
One sister jumped and strided forth, no words or last confessions
One sister balked and strided back, content with her processions.proceasions are lines of people at events? I like how you deviate from rhyme later, why not here?
Fear still remained within them both, for masters they were not
Both women felt as if their choice was not their’s to be thought.i don't get this last sentence, a thought can be allotted?
 
Yet, truly fate was in their hands; and feet and eyes and soul
Their active minds had drove their bodies and fate had paid their toll.
For what is life, they thought apart, but will and fear combined
One will push, the other pull, along our fettered lines. I see the image 
 
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 Dig this 3 dot barrier too
The forest loomed above her head, no sunlight through the trees
But still she strode and laughed and sang; for still there was the breeze.
She changed her eyes to see more clear the path she had before her
Then changed the path because she wanted to; she wanted to be the forest.rhythm, 
 
At the entrance she had stayed; she gathered twigs and brambles
Fire she made, and shelter followed, her body worn and mangled.
Her mind pushed on and pulled along; the weighty, withered structure
Molding it to form anew, with hands and feet much better. Better is a weak adjective, I thought stronger, but it's the next line
 
Their lives continued on as such, their powers growing stronger powers always growing,  that would rhyme with longing kinda
As time would pass, their paths would cross and look they would in longing.
Simpler travels tempted them, together they had comfort
Too not push on is easiest, it does not precede retort.this sentence very confusing for me, 
 
One day they stopped -- discussed their lives -- gave in to temptation
Their stories were illusory, slowing emancipation.
But both agreed some fantasy, at this time was for better
Since drive alone cannot maintain the tolls they had collected. This brings the fairy tale feel for me to real world
 
Both sisters grew apart from here, their creations fully fledging
One grew the trees, one burned them down; neither thought the other wrong
Both sisters knew their ways were different, their stories understood
So bothered not they seemed to be, two masters of the wood. You say they're masters, but it seems like you're just telling me now, but I'm questioning what has made them masters, or if I'm dwelling.

I like the mythical air to rhyme, there seems to be a moral in there but I havnt deciphered it.  Love your fate.  Maybe you can find a place to bring out this title more.  Good luck!