Metaphor Series~the crone

 
spinster of fate's fortune spinning a tale
thick with deceit her tongue plump sits in her mouth
masticating she chooses carefully which word to curse

the crows all listen to her
gossipy birds of the host spread the message
alone in its folly, a misfit listens intently
as the powers that be set her up for another failure

a cataclysmic collision of the stars
a new universe is born as another dies
the crone watches on moving place to place lest she be detected
the misfit fondles time with her need to fit
in exile, she lives in regret

a Father paces with anticipation
awaiting a soul to come to fruition
a Goddess cast aside plots and plans
her intent this will never be as long as she has breath

hidden among the stars the misfit sees visions
intricately connected to the universes
they themselves guide her steps
a love story unfolds they can't help but watch
with knowing wisdom, they join the two

eons have passed the crone now withers
her devious nature recorded by space itself
she will be wiped from memory
time has spoken so be it