Tag Archives: Fates

Atropos of the Future

Our sight is always on her As she shifts Transforming Into her younger siblings Her apathy is palpable For she cares not to be nice or mean Future is what we forge Whether we try or not

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Clotho of the Past

Spinner of the past From birth Until the now Domain ever growing Threatening to trap us If we refuse to learn And rise above our history

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