Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
Janet MorrisThe heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.
Janet Morris