Tanusha Hans
Our souls are tied by threads of fate,
To change one’s fate, it's never too late.
Some unveiling the path ahead,
Some shackled by what fate has spread.
The magic of fates begins very early,
There is no control over, that is to happen surely.
An unique game of threads and Moirai’s sway,
A game mortals and immortals alike have to play.
The Moirai’s echoes, so loud and subtle,
For Clotho spins,Lachesis allots, and Atropos waits in a bubble.
The magic of the fates starts to fade,
Its secrets never quite displayed.