Stitches, stitches...
Needles flashing silver...
Thread weaving in and out...
Sew up your mouth...
Hem that cloak...
Holding all the bits and pieces...
Together... a patchwork of colors and memory...
Scissors, Scissors...
Going snip, snip, snip...
Cut apart the fabric...
The cloth of memory...
Rest the hand of fate with her blade...
Life hanging by a thread...
Let her chose and cut...
Another thread in a tapestry...
Times long forgotten...
legends and heros...
Monsters and demons...
Stitches, stitches, scissors, scissors, snip, snip, splat.
And Fate's "blade went snicker-snack"
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Imitations of Immortality
PoesíaPoety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Tho...
