Time is ticking
to the end of the world
death drawing nearer
to tap you on the sholder
a slash, a cut, strength, agility
you're safe, but for how long
hidden from all of us
the Fates sit spining, cutting
and tying the threads of life,
of the souls of all beings
that create the universe
their end comes ever near
their quilt is coming to a close.
the beginning faded,
even they are ensure of all
that has past from then
to the bright colors that
are still forming a pattern.
but the thread is almost gone,
the world is ending.
