Three


They told We to make them.
They told We to sew.
They told We to weave them.
We told them no.

The eldest was made, eons ago.
Told them to We; “No choice, must sew.”
The Eldest was spawned, from those Souls damned.
Told We to Them; “Thou cannot make We go.”

The Eldest found a wearer, long after its dawn.
The Eldest bound the wearer to its evil and drawn.
They told to We; “It will unmake all.”
We wept for them, our position still unfall.

Corruption spread, across the planes.
Mortal and alike, nothing kept sacred.
Killed Them He did, but one lives now.
One begged We to help, begged We to sew.

Nodded did We, then birthed Twins.
Battle was wrought, between Them and Him.
Knowing We brought nothing but sin.
Finally ended, after all was worn.
The planes of all, scared and torn.
Corrupted and Evil, at last, did not win.
Eldest and Him departed the Realms.

The last living One took the Twins.
Gave one away, Took one for Himself.
We lay buried, beneath all existence.
With just enough fabric left on the shelf.
We can sew another, but We will not.
Not now that We’ve seen what horrors We brought.

They told We to make them.
They told We to sew.
They told We to weave them.
We told them no.


Damn Them all.


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