Burning Wicks
The Three Fates (Daughters of Nyx)
When Nyx’s daughter spins Life’s thread
And twists us into coal-black wicks,
Lachesis grips Fate’s candlesticks
(In mythologic distaff’s stead),
Igniting us in blazing red.
But Atropos grips snuffing sticks
When Nyx’s daughter spins Life’s thread.
It twists us into coal-black wicks,
Envisioning that torch we’ve fed
Extinguished in the River Styx.
Yet darkness should instead transfix
Us. We and Dark from birth are wed
When Nyx’s daughter spins Life’s thread
And twists us into coal-black wicks.
Mindy Watson
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