Eternal slumber is whispering
Tis that frightening moment when
Paralysis creeps in on the wind
Speech slurred, vision filling with clouds
Your body stiff, but your mind hanging on
Mentally you search for a clue
Your thoughts rapid, or are they?
Atropos holds her steady hand
Inevitable, yet she toys with your thread
Did your plans include a way out?
Alas, on this day escape is but a word
Remember the taste, bitter and sweet
Trying to open the doorway to fly
Now bow to the Beautiful Lady of Death
Once an initiate who self-glorified
An appetite for everything at once
Teachers forgive but time does not
Without countenance from the elders
With only moments to spare
Each fetid breath poisons the air
Alas, soon the shadows will feast
Indignation your final thought
What had promise is now no longer
Atropos was one of the three Moirai goddesses in Greek mythology. They collectively decided the fate of every human that lived on the earth. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos were considered to be the daughters of Themis and Zeus. The Moirai or three Fates, controlled the destiny of every living mortal and it was thought that even Zeus as subject to their will, unable to change it. Clotho was the one who spun the thread of human life, Lachesis measured its length, and Atropos was the one who decided how each human would die. She is often depicted holding shears in her hand with which she cut the thread of life.