The Fates

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Graceful, you stand,
Eyeing the heavens at a level glance,
Twirling your spindly finger about a puppet's soul,
Hiding nothing of your will

Ruthless, you play,
Manipulating spirits is your lethal gift,
Crushing worlds, a fascination,
Apocalyptic delight

Arrogant, you marvel,
Gazing below at your perfect turmoil,
Holding a humble destiny within your playful grasp,
Leisure, your only motive

Prophetic, you weave,
Heedlessly threading futures in your powerful realm,
Screaming vengeance at disloyal hearts,
Juggling pawns of mortal life





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