Harboring those who wish to live, within his frail walls,
Reality relinquishing those who resided in his company.
The given-gift and the fate-finder
Competing for casualties within their realms.
For those who perish in reality, live eternal
But those who sever, Clotho's thread
Within the sphere, of endless tomorrows
Find fate to be, a cruel master
The day of repentance, lying in wait
In an empire of days, yet to come
When writing in the style of Anglo-Saxons for your literature class.