For the deep thinkers out there that wonder at night how things will be like if we didn't make the choices we made when we had the opportunity to. Is it just chance it happened? Or is it just fate playing a game with our sanity and emotions?
Salut knows she not normal, especially since she's a ghost. She's just trying to live a normal life trapped in limbo but when her sisters kidnapped, it may be up to Salut to save her, and possibly the rest of the world.
A poem about the Fates; not in order of how they accomplish things though. I like to think they were having an argument one day over tea- because of course the Fates would love tea.
Comments and critique is welcomed and encouraged, as always =)