The Dream of the Fates

We are the faces the Fates dream,
We are the echoing voices,
We are the lights in the dark,
We are the starry-eyed forgotten ones,
We are reaching for the line.

We dance like we're fools,
In the summer's iridescent glow.
We sing like the Sirens,
Cry like the Cyclops,
And scream like the Harpies.

We fall faster than Hope,
And feel deeper than Passion,
We misbehave, we care and we weep,
We live and we die in sin,
With the light of the stars in our hearts,
And the breath of the Gods in our lungs.

Our footsteps pound relentlessly,
Beating down on the Earth in our fruitless attempt,
To escape our Fate and to soar to the clouds.

We are the dream of the Fates,
We are the echoes of a million souls,
We are the reflection of dead stars,
We are the lost and the missing and the gone,
We are hanging by a thread.