the fates

the fates

A Poem by Nyctophobia
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life is in the hands of the girls.

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three boisterous young girls,

all adorned in white,

sing and dance in circles,

atop the cloudy sky.

 

the gods, with solemn gazes,

watch as the children play,

hesitating to tell the girls

they are dancing on mortal graves.

© 2019 Nyctophobia


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Added on February 13, 2019
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