Sort of a neat little ramble about the nature of Fate and Time. Ever play a computer game called Loom?
Skeins of raveling thread.
A Tapestry so vast it's
hard to see...
Every color ever imagined
woven into it--
One single Pattern.
Would you take up the distaff
of the Fates?
Would Clotho spin her threads
for you,
Or Lachesis measure?
Would Atropos lend you her
shears?
For Time is torn,
Existence is rent asunder
Chaos' great scythe ripped
the Pattern apart.
Choose--fall through, or
transcend
You won't defeat her,
Frightening horned demon
Chaos!
Could you spin the sound,
Weave the song,
That would mend the hole
in the Tapestry?