The Queens of Fate.

Oh, man sits on bench
and waits, and waits, and waits
and no one knows why
he waits – maybe for those
three queens of fate, for
knowledge of current state.

Rain pours, and hits all
over face and dress that
only knows black in grace
and no one knows why
he waits, and waits, and
only stares out in space.

But fate is wise, and
only one of three of
women of fate, or queens
comes out to him from
castle grim and gives
him one of her ears.

In hymn and song he hears
of tale of tears, and
no one knows why he
waits, and waits, and waits
for words he fears and hates.
What did the hymns create?

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