Meeting Our Fates
Clotho, I sit spinning your thread,
A life…a life…turning on wheel,
Until at Hades’ court with dread.
Lachesis, I measure your time,
Length is so short; thread’s too rare,
Enjoy rose’s scent to poet’s rhyme.
Atropos, I snip your breath,
Down…down…Charon’s vessel goes,
You join Hades’ feast at Death.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2012