Philistine Ayad

The Spinners of Fate

Clotho painstakingly spins the threads of life,

Upon the imposing spool of fate.

She creates one’s very existence,

Yet does not mold the shape.

Lachesis prudently measures that life,

A length for one to navigate

Determined by paths taken and circumstance,

Not some twisted jape.

Atropos painfully terminates all life,

Which is a heavy weight.

One tiny snip to end the seemingly endless dance,

That one cannot escape.

Though one may blame the fates for strife,

And assign them bitterness and hate.

Keep in mind nothing is seemingly chaotic happenstance,

But your choices, not freedom’s rape.