Eloquent Diamonds
Of crystal tears,
Threading celestial
Yarn of a once divine
Seer.
Aloft her elegant figure -
A gift of telling sight,
Delving past the draping
Curtains of drawing nights.
Bowing low before her
Gowns so pale, fair
Beneath her lace veil.
Bound in golden
Gossamer -
Dwelling in blessed
Skies, carrying the
Burden of lives heavy
And in demise.
Her whisking fingertips
Paving untrodden steps
For sunrise and silhouette.
Near by shattering eyelids
Lay reaching out, crying
Into her dressed satin,
Softly devout.
Falling fates cascading
Into growing shade, of
Human endeavour from
Within her eyes of jade.
Called upon to guide
Haunted human dreams,
Forging paths of stories
Born for those fraying at
The seams.
All seeing; her gaze weary
And vast, a vision of her
Last breaths awaiting
Death to come to pass.
Tales in passionate hues
Beautifully rare, her heart
Of sacrifice mournfully
In prayer.
The Fates - or Moirai - are a group of three weaving goddesses who assign individual destinies to mortals at birth. Their names are Clotho (the Spinner), Lachesis (the Alloter) and Atropos (the Inflexible).
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