First, the thread spins,
   Delicate and fragile,
          We choose your destiny.

Then, the thread is measured,
   Deciding your time,
   Setting your clock,
          We choose when your time is up.

And last, the thread is cut,
   The inevitable reached,
   There's no going back,
   Your soul is ours,
          We choose your demise.

We are life,
We are death,
We are destiny,
And we are everything in between.

We are the Moirai,
We are the Fates.


@RachelCahill (Rachel)
@thepositivemetal (Zinc)

Books:
- Take a Look Through My Eyes