I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.
They slid with a shing! across the whetstone
as she perched on her stool, honing alone.
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.
They slid with a shing! across the whetstone
as motes of light sprang from those two gleaming blades.
The sound induced chills down my nerves in cascades.
They slid with a shing! across the whetstone.
As motes of light sprang from those two gleaming blades,
she then looked at me with no hint of surprise,
and I swear my life swam in her fathomless eyes
as motes of light sprang from those two gleaming blades.
She then looked at me with no hint of surprise.
The Fate beckoned me to rest by her side,
and silent as death, I quickly complied.
She then looked at me with no hint of surprise.
The Fate beckoned me to rest by her side,
sharpening still with an air of content.
My only thought was: “Is this some ill portent?”
The Fate beckoned me to rest by her side.
Sharpening still with an air of content,
I wondered if I’d be the next to go.
Surely this dreaded thread-cutter would know,
sharpening still with an air of content.
I wondered if I’d be the next to go
as the sister beside me finished her task,
but I had been too reluctant to ask.
I wondered if I’d be the next to go.
As the sister beside me finished her task,
she said, “Thanks for your company.
Few people would spend their short time with me.”
As the sister beside me finished her task.
She said, “Thanks for your company.”
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears,
and enjoyed our repose despite my grave fear.
She said, “Thanks for your company.”
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.
They slid with a shing! across the whetstone
as she perched on her stool, honing alone.
I saw Atropos sharpen her shears.