the blue of twilight
like a soft unspoken hope:
the singed moon waiting
lucid dreams now revealing
the mysteries of one's life
we are the Moirai:
singing souls of the journey's
eternal circle
we are the mystical three
spinning mother thread of life
no one may alter
the destinies we ordain -
not even the gods
Zeus our god and leader
Like man must submit to us
I, Clotho, sing all
things that are, spin the thread of
life that marks your days
I, Lachesis, ration life
I, Atropos, Shadow Death
hear us, mortals, sing
in terrible unison,
of your destiny
I, Lachesis, belt out past
I, Clotho intone present
now the end days draw
near: the gods amuse themselves
with death, fire and rain
the mortals' days are numbered
Planet Earth in turmoil
your children fed to
the guns of madmen - caissons
stand at the school door
ready for Armageddon
Jesus and Satan at war
Absolute fun! And a challenge! It was great working with you, Gordon! And an honour! Thank you so very much! !
It was an absolute delight to work with you, Richard. Hopefully, others will try it and share their work and hopefully, we can do this again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Gordon, it's been almost an year since we wrote this. And it feels like just yesterday. I really enjoyed it. Thanks again.
Absolutely! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I can't believe how much time has passed since MOAR was written. Ready for another?