Sisters of the Mist

we spin the yarn of the future, spreading it over the present,
while empires emerge, woven with the dark threads
of wishes and curses, of prophets and saints

kiss the ring of our legend, let it wash over you,
while we raise kingdoms from ashes, brick by brick;
tale by tale, we sing the fable shaped in the sand

planets bend between our fingers,
unruly stars dance upon our eyelids,
copper deserts bow before our invisible might

drown in the reality that exists because of us—
we are the mothers, the maidens and the crones

the universe's gist

we are the sisters of the mist