Atropos

When you are hanging by a thread, The stitch is fear, the lifeline dread, And when Atropos cuts the yarn, That holds together your broken heart Do you keep your stoic ways, And ignore the fear that means to break The cage wherein your monster waits, To remold, remodel, your shapeless clay, When the frantic beatings of my heart, Cause me, from this earth depart, Do not fret, don't be dismayed, I may be gone, but my soul will stay.