Three Parchæ

[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.][Me:]White one said to me how thin my life supposed to beGray one called it delusionWhite one said that I suffer from a doomed diseaseBlack one called it salvation and sinWhite Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fateThe thread of life is not broken yetI defy you to rewrite your lines Redefine my part, rearrange all this playWhy me?Why me?Why? [Beautiful enough, Moon arises.][Me:]Why, sister Moon?Why do paint my fate so gray?Why, Three-in-one?Do reduce me to this play?[Moon invites witches.][Me:]Vida!Vida Trágica![Witchat:]Mítica Lógica Qu'ntica TrágicaPérfida Sórdida Pútrida TrágicaMágica Cética Cínica TrágicaLépida Lívida Lúdica TrágicaGerminal Terminal