We’ve the Crone, the Mother & a Stone Maiden.
Each to their function with eldritch gifts laden.
The Crone knows the sum of life & secret things.
The Mother threads new souls thru her needle’s ring.
Then there’s the Maiden’s chaos & potential.
This one will never grow past that credential.
He won’t have any children, but he will dote.
New talents won’t bloom out of his graying coat.
Both chaos & potential tend towards shifts.
Wisdom & experience enhance these gifts.
As our satellite moon is forever full;
His face may change…but he will always have pull.
He’ll see the hidden until his time is spun.
In dark crowded rooms, he sees most everyone.
Housing boundless hope decade out, decade in.
This rare lonely path for our own stone maiden.
L.B.Stowe 