divide

tides of glass

return to ash. in the dawn

we follow the path away from the sun. shadows cast in wake of the past. reaching out

into the dark and out of the light. crawling underneath our feet

a river running black and green

from the heart of the gallows tree

where the future and our fate

will bleed into the world below. stone to bear the mountain stairs. in the night

we dance with our devils and dine with the snakes. the dead will stare in joy and despair

rising up

away from the earth

into the clouds. from the eye of the graeae we stole

a truth that we can't unknow. spinning on the threads they sew

in a river of the tears that flow into the world below. over

under

threads of fate. weaving patterns

soon and late. as in this life

so in all things

the end result

the action brings. the fates will divide in three. a sight that we can't unsee. we're falling to our hands and knees

as the past and the future bleed into the world below.