The Prophecy of Death

The Prophecy of Death (story)

Out came the spinning wheel. It was time to get to work. The sisters knew they were hated by the humans, but they were just following orders.
Clotho spun the “thread” of human fate, making each thread strong and true. She incorporated each lie they would tell, each jealousy and greed they would feel, each rage they would spew and cackled over the trouble this soul would make in the world.
Clotho added the fear and sadness they would experience and felt a twinge for a moment about their pain. Then she added the joyous moments and felt better again. Yes life was hard, but it was a limited engagement. That was how she and her sisters were able to continue doing their job. Out of infinity, this soul would just shed a few tears. For some reason humans found that hard to understand. The rest of eternity, they would share love and peace. What’s so hard about that? The Elyssian fields were a beautiful place after all.

skin to skin
mother and father
came together to make the babe
and with a squall
they were glad it was done.

Lachesis dispensed it, putting the threads into a mesh screen. Where the soul intertwined and related to each other. Times of peace and war, times of liberty and slavery, times of conservative and libertarian views. And the occasional tatt when the world went to hell. And the gods had to step in and guide things back to their rightful place.

skin to skin
lovers were made
in dreams and in deeds
trying to become one
not liking alone

and Atropos cut the thread (thus determining the individual’s moment of death). Even though she knew that a wail was about to go up by those who loved the soul and glee was raised by those who hated them. Even the most pleasant of souls had haters, and even the most vile of souls had friends. As the last rites were performed, there was either a drunken brawl or a war broke out. Stories came to light about the soul that caused hurt feelings and praise was given for their good acts. But worldwide, each soul had that moment of remembrance. The friends remembered the good and the enemies the bad memories. It was just the way it was.

skin to skin
wrapped in their shrouds
their last gasp still felt
on their lips
as the family gathered

That was the way the gods had made it. And the fate sisters could see the logic of it all. So they had contracted to be the thread dealers. And actually, they enjoyed it all, except for the way the humans blamed them. It wasn’t their rules, it was the gods behind the screen.

skin to skin
mother and father
came together to make the babe
and with a squall
they were glad it was done.
skin to skin
lovers were made
in dreams and in deeds
trying to become one
not liking alone
skin to skin
wrapped in their shrouds
their last gasp still felt
on their lips
as the family gathered
As the skin came off
the light raise up
gathering itself
for eternity’s song
in Elyssian’s field

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