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The Red Thread of Fate
The Red Thread of Fate
In the void of my mind,
where reality and myth combine,
I'm tethered to threads in the color of crimson red.
From afar, you'd think that's how I bled..
but they're knots and binds wrapped around my flesh,
knitted and stitched on me like a velvet dress
that was never meant to be worn or impress,
but to remind me of my inevitable fate
before my final death.
Oh, Moirai…
The trios who held my destiny, and to whom I begged:
Why is my fate dreadful and cannot be fled?
Why are my strings strained and stretched,
dug into my bone and flesh?
Like the strings of a violin..
on stroke, and it will sing.
And when it snaps, in my ears it will ring.
You'd think that's how it ends,
but the scars it leaves will forever sting.
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u/Dhai_Alb — 14 hours ago