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The Fatal Sisters

Rating: 3.2

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.

Glittering lances are the loom,
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's woe and Randver's bane.

See the grisly texture grow,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 May 2016

Beautifully conceived amazing poem, though a bit lengthy. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 04 May 2016

See the grisly texture grow! Nice work.

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