Cloud-Spinner
by Raven Kaldera
Her stepson herds the cloud-sheep to
pasture
And as they pass, she snatches wool
From their floating sides, to flow through
Her slender fingers, to make a thread
More fair than any crafted by the Norns.
Their loom is battle-weighted with skulls,
Hers with seeing crystals that she might know
What is, and yet never speak those truths
Save to her one-eyed husband in their bed,
Lying on linen woven of the cloud-sheep
Whose silent ears will never tell
The songs of wisdom worn by her,
Queen of the Realms of Sky and Flight,
Who gentles war and darkness every night.
Artwork by InertiaK.