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One maiden, one mother, one crone.
They sat at the foot of the throne,
a giant loom before them
that spun golden thread
as they sang to it.
I took in a sharp breath
as I recognized her.
The old woman
from the Asphodel Meadows
who gave me a tale.
Courage
I told myself
as Thanatos gently
nudged me forward
with his scythe.
Courage
I whispered to my feet
as they walked to
the giant loom
and all of its spun gold.
Courage
I thought as the crone
saw my face
with a spark
of recognition.
Courage
I implored
as she slowly
treaded towards me,
a smile across her face.
