Moirae

Your life is a fine thread
Made of silk and wool.
Klothos watches your birth
No eyed, but she's no fool.

Once the thread begins to spin
And you choose the path to go
Your steps are closely followed
And your destiny they'll know.

Lakhesis carefully measures
Horrid creature might not see
But she holds a morbid pleasure
Deciding how long your existence will be.

Atropos holds one eye and scissors
For she wants to watch you fail.
She'll cut thread without hesitation.
Future is nothing, life is so frail.