Aelorn

​See her there (whirling). She is a picture. ​She is a statue in motion, marble ​winding across the floor. Chaos, yet safe ​in the Fates’ woven fabric tapestry. ​She is harmless, (harmed) in unending dance, ​for which Death is the only remedy.​She is not ill, so needs no remedy, ​but veiled is her virtue in the picture. ​He does (not) see purity in her dance. ​No, he is resolute as the marble, ​trusting the (apocryphal) tapestry. ​Due to the calumny, she is not safe.​She was once (in love) protected and safe; ​Iago’s lies have been the remedy ​to that. He has aided the tapestry ​weaving, and illustrated a picture ​in the cold unfeeling, he...