Thesus made his bargin with Ariadne,
But she played him false.
She had no power to save or condemn.
My sisters and I watched over him.
Unlike other women, we do not recieve
The adulation and admiration of men.
They want to forget our power,
And in doing so they forget us.
Perhaps they will praise Clotho
For her beautiful and ever movomg tapestry.
They will flatter Lachesis
Hoping that she will measure long.
But of me they do not speak.
I am not yong and fair,
And they are afraid
To either praise or offend.
It was me, Atropos, who loved Thesus
And brought him out safe.
He never thought of me
Nor gave me thanks.
His thread was thinning even then.
Lachesis had measured his time,
But I refused to use my knife.
Even the Gods could not thawart me.
I saved him for love,
But it was not to be for me.
He never even knew that
The thread he followed was of my doing.