Just three sisters, spinning a tapestry together, regulating everything that was, is, and will be.

The Fates: Three Sisters
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Behold the Fates, in groups of three They come
Their presence felt, through Time, through Space, through all.
Begot of what? Who brought Them forth? Where from?
These menders of Creation, standing tall.

Lachesis, She who winds with mirth each spool
For Clotho, youngest One, to weave Her web.
Through infinite realities, like tulle,
She spins our destinies, each knot, each ebb.

Atropos, sibylline as She may be,
Her shears can end your story readily.
Through infinite realities, They see
The Past, the Present, all the Paths that be.

Behold the Fates, as formless as They were
Like thoughts that trail behind as dreams' echoes
Behold Them now, three Sisters, forms so fair;
Their Tapestry which will all Life enclose.