A Simple Thread Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

How Fate dreams to subdue me.
Her Pale blue green dactyls
Sweeping the sweat of laboring
from her pious brow
Her effort strained against
the forces prevailing to
Construct my end their way.
Oh, Fate - beautiful colossus
Harpy of misery and ruin.
Your eyes gleam ferocity
jealous of talents made mortal
Ruinous of the fleshy beings-
you steal their glory short.
Sheer robes and veils of dreams
mask your true form, Fate.
Deamoness of false hopes and pride.
Gleefully smiting down the wouldbe's
Would without your ruin
Be evermore remembered mythic forms
Will now lay forgotten
to all, and none.
That is the reward you spin, Fate,
how cruel you are.
Cutting Destiny's cord
Letting the days die unwon.