Lines of Time

She paces

a caged lioness

with no thought on her mind

but the ruination of mankind.

Well

not all mankind

for that would be rude

there are those though

who need to leave this planet

joining the great unknown.

Her eyes trace the pattern

the weave

the weft

of the burgeoining tapestry

plucking a stray thread

no reprieve.

Finally

she sees which threads must be cut

which lives must be sacrificed

for the greater good of all.

Serenely

gathering her skirts around

she gracefully sits

and begins to rework the lines of time.

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