The Moirae, Part One: Clotho
The Spinner, with her distaff, spins the thread
Spins torment, disappointment, but pleasure?
Daughter of Nix spins no joy in the dread
Spinning my life, it seems at her leisure
Melancholy threads, continuing strife
Adversaries without, demons within
The Spinner of threads spins a weary life
Perhaps preemptive for whatever sin
The Spinner does not know of the thread's length
That is for another sister to tell
Nor would I guess she knows of the thread's strength
It's unlikely that any know that well
I sit in silence and hope for the best
The other sisters take care of the rest
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Yeah, I know it's a bit mopey and slightly emo (if you can call a poem that strictly follows the English sonnet form, uses the word "melancholy", and references Greek mythology "emo"), but it's my first attempt at poetry in five years, so give me a break, eh?
The Spinner, with her distaff, spins the thread
Spins torment, disappointment, but pleasure?
Daughter of Nix spins no joy in the dread
Spinning my life, it seems at her leisure
Melancholy threads, continuing strife
Adversaries without, demons within
The Spinner of threads spins a weary life
Perhaps preemptive for whatever sin
The Spinner does not know of the thread's length
That is for another sister to tell
Nor would I guess she knows of the thread's strength
It's unlikely that any know that well
I sit in silence and hope for the best
The other sisters take care of the rest
_______________________
Yeah, I know it's a bit mopey and slightly emo (if you can call a poem that strictly follows the English sonnet form, uses the word "melancholy", and references Greek mythology "emo"), but it's my first attempt at poetry in five years, so give me a break, eh?
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