Tuesday, 9 February 2016

The Fates

The old cruel lady came downtown
In her wretched face, an frown
Which she wore like a medal she earned
The rod and her mind were both crooked
With the coldest look she claimed
A fear from the bottomless hearts.
She came travelling from afar
Because she bore in her heart a scar
Against the sisters who never fought
Whatever the situation be might.
She knocked the door of the sisters
Opened by Moon and June her sister.
They welcomed the Fate with cheer
For they had never known any fear.
The Fate that once whispered softly
In the ears of Macbeth, the then King,
Sowed the seeds of hate on the very house;
Which began to grow slow as mouse.
Moon and June fought like never before
Without notice of the hate afore.
Moon with anger went up the Sky
And stayed all the day morn
Till it became the dark night.
At night it peeped to see June
Who lay asleep in the arms of the Year.
And Year in turn promised to send
The lovely June once in a year
That they maybe together like before
For the entire month!