Watching over, a scowl.
Looking down, everything fowl.
With one snip, a little brighter.
Yet still seems too dim, chests tighter.
They watch and change.
Ready to rearrange.
Three for all and every soul;
Should who think themselves in control.
Three ladies of grey.
Seen to be forever, a decay.
Wisest of All,
With the power of life to fall.
Grey sit from above and knit.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.
