Life in Three Cocktails (With a Poem)

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Three Parcae stand, a glass in hand,
Blue, red, and black, from fate’s own land.
Each sip foretells what we must face —
A taste of time, a fleeting grace.

Clotho's is blue with threads of breath,
A cradle’s cry in morning’s wreath.
She hums as though the world were new,
And wraps the glass in heaven’s hue.

Lachesis pours the crimson red,
A pulse that leaps, a love unsaid.
Desire and bond in every sip —
A lover’s kiss, a mother's grip.

Last Atropos, with solemn grace,
Lifts blackened draught in time’s embrace.
We flinch, yet drink — we cannot flee —
Who wants a life must drink all three.