Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
The Fates hold the thread.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
SNIP! And now you're dead.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
Get in line! The ferry's due.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
What a surprise! How are you?
Spin, measure,cut.
Spin, measure,cut.
Hope you have your coin.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
Look at the friends you get to join.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
I prefer not to go!
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
Too late! Now don't be slow.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
Shiver at death's icy grip.
Spin, measure, cut.
Spin, measure, cut.
Alas, this is always a one way trip.
wow amazing. Truly wonderfully written prose
ReplyDeleteThe inexorable progression down to the Stygian gloom of Manala. Quite gripping!
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot, poetic, hypnotic and quite chilling too.
ReplyDeleteThat's going to stick in my head..like Rumpelstilskin..but a penny scarier..love the change of direction..Jae :)
ReplyDeleteWas just re-reading this and realized I left out the word 'grip'. Quick rewrite will fix that. This one took a lot to get done.
ReplyDeleteI dig it! I love poetry and mythology. Rock on, Lady! :D
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