Diego nakamura
O Fates, weavers of the cosmic skein,
Masters of the loom, where destinies be slain,
Hearken to mine supplication, whispered soft yet bold,
Transport me to a realm where ancient mysteries unfold.
Clotho, spinner of life's delicate thread,
In thy hands, mine mortal coil be bred,
With each twist and turn, a new path revealed,
Grant me the strength that future endeavours yield.
Lachesis, measurer of moments, sovereign of time’s span,
In thine gaze, the expanse of mine journey’s plan,
Disperse the shadows of the unknown with thine sight,
Illuminate mine voyage with wisdom's radiant light.
Atropos, cutter of fate’s silken cord,
Thine shears, the heralds of destiny’s accord,
Sever the ties to this world’s familiar embrace,
Guide mine spirit to realms of untold grace.
Threads of existence, intricate and vast,
Interlace mine present with the echoes of the past,
Blessed be mine transition, swift yet serene,
To a world where legends dwell, unseen.
In lands where magic weaveth the air,
And heroes rise from whispers of despair,
Grant me the favor of the ancient three,
To tread upon new shores, wild and free.
By the stars that chart the heavens’ course,
By the moon’s reflective, guiding force,
By the sun’s eternal, fervent blaze,
May I step into the next world’s daze.
O Fates, divine architects of fate’s grand design,
Bestow upon me this boon, this blessing so fine,
With threads unbroken and spirits high,
Let mine new life in another world lie.
