The Sisters Of Death
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Inspired by the Fates (Moirai). A short, rhyming poem on prompt: danger. Enjoy!

The Sisters Of Death

Hush, dear child, now hold your breath,

Hush, dear child, now hold your breath, For now approach the Sisters of Death.

Hush, dear child, now hold your breath, For now approach the Sisters of Death. The growing grey cloud of ash and smoke,

Hush, dear child, now hold your breath, For now approach the Sisters of Death. The growing grey cloud of ash and smoke, Is merely a haggard body enclosed in a cloak.

Hush, now child, tell me why do you cry?

Hush, now child, tell me why do you cry? For it is the certainty of life in which we die.

Hush, now child, tell me why do you cry? For it is the certainty of life in which we die. Scissors are clutched in rotting, flesh decay,

Hush, now child, tell me why do you cry? For it is the certainty of life in which we die. Scissors are clutched in rotting, flesh decay, Once-spun thread, in a moment, cut away.

Hush, dear child, now hide your tears,

Hush, dear child, now hide your tears, Terrors play predators on innocent fears.

Hush, dear child, now hide your tears, Terrors play predators on innocent fears. Time does not bring relief, tis' a wholesome lie,

Hush, dear child, now hide your tears, Terrors play predators on innocent fears. Time does not bring relief, tis' a wholesome lie, Now quiet, child, for the end is nigh!

... Inspired by the Fates in Greek Mythology, the Moirai- Clotho spun the thread of human fate, Lachesis dispensed it, and Atropos cut the thread.

Counting down until the new year! Bring on 2019! (not...) Thanks for reading!

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