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.
gathering her skirts around
she gracefully sits
and begins to rework the lines of time.
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