Once upon a time there were four fates; and each other did they very much hate.
One day the first fate said to the others
Hear me sisters! Heed me brothers!
I've hit on a plan most smart, most grand!
That shall grant us amusement to no end!
The other fates looked from one to another
And the third fate said
"Should be just like the others."
"Oh pipe down you ninny!"
The first fate cried.
And listen to my idea that will blow your minds!
I'll create a man,
But no ordinary man will he be.
Of Herculean strength, but so much more.
Women will shun him; but by friends he'll be adored.
He'll travel through the lands
Righting what is wrong
Dying to complete the task
For which he had been born.
"Hah! Feh! Poppy cock!"
Cried fate number two.
"It has been done a thousand times, by those more creative than you!"
"If you mean yourself, dear brother."
(For fate two was a man)
"Try and top it with your best…that is if you can."
"And so I shall, good sister!"
(As fate one was a girl)
"My creation will be so great, it'll take yours for a whirl!
A man too, will he be.
Of the same design as yours.
But he will fight with honor and grace, and by woman he will be adored.
A prince he'll be, of a worthy race.
One whose nature matched his own.
But as a youth he shall suffer,
And be ripped from his regal home.
A loner by nature, a rock by a shoe.
Kicked in the dust, stomped on, destroyed, and yet his pride will come through.
He too will die, to complete his tasks.
For which he had been made.
But his enemies will come across a great fight.
And some will rue the day."
"Poo! Ha! That was your great plan?
An evil for my good,
A dark for my light,
A warrior for an honest man?"
"Oh pipe down you two, and hear me now. Your sister, sweet fate three.
Your two are balanced in their bodies,
But their hearts need balance too.
A force to keep them at bay
Someone to be there when they fall.
And so I believe, siblings.
For a woman this situation calls.
She will be plain yet lovely,
A kindly soul,
Fierce of temper and terribly bold.
A homemaker, a wife, a mother and more.
A cook, a cleaner a lover adored.
Her husband will be good to her,
But leave her very sad.
Oft' she will miss him.
His ways shall make her mad.
And yet together they shall be.
As long as we wish it so.
Oh yes! She must be strong as well.
As to match her husband blow for blow."
"A good idea, sis."
Fate one said with a sigh.
"She sounds like a winner, that one does.
A good match for my guy."
"And you, sister."
Asked fate two.
Have you a woman for my man?
Have you a dame as fierce in spirit
Worthy of wearing his brand?
And fate four, who was ugly but vain,
Just nodded her hobbled head.
And rather than speak in words.
She spoke in pictures instead.
A beautiful woman,
With a body of curves.
And flesh as white as a pear.
But not so white as to contrast
With the blue silky locks that flow down to her derriere.
She'll be a little spitfire,
Quick to snap and fight.
She'd be a perfect match for your man brother,
An oil to his vinegar,
A bark to his bite.
But she's not all body, she's witty and smart.
She makes science look like an art.
But even her brains can't save her sometimes.
Spoiled, self-centered, oft' to whine.
But her assistance will pay off,
Over some time.
I assure you she'll be the perfect addition to this little group.
And she'll be bold and daring to boot.
"Agreed little sister." The other fates said.
Your pictures speak volumes into our heads.
It's agreed then we create,
These odd little four.
They should be enough for now.
As time calls we'll make more.
We are the four fates, not one, not three.
SO IT IS SAID, AND SO IT SHALL BE!
Fin.
