Mistress of Plagues

I wove a tapestry
bleeding threads from my fingers
blues
greens
oranges,
deepest reds
sliding into vague violet
as I tremble
tears flooding the lines
bordering in blood
wars
death
before me
a dead landscape
strewn with skulls
broken bones
yet wait…..
I pause
fingers stayed
symphony shuddering to a halt
as I listen
the sound not heard again.
I return to the loom
to the arras
doomed
tragedies only
flow from my fingers
as a soundless aria
plays from my soul.
©Dec. 16/21
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