It's called "The Elegy of Twine"; technically, it isn't mine, because I didn't think it up -- it came to me from some entranced freewriting. It is a prophecy for the end of the world...multiple ends, actually. See if you can decode it.

If the Thread should string along
On into the flame
Then pray the world rejoice in song
Harmony soon to reign

But if the Thread is thus cut short
The world would do to mourn
For by misery will be distort
The world of passing born

But soft! Should the angel fall
The burn will never light
The Thread will wither in the pall
Man cast into ne'erending night